I put Mom and Dads stuff folded on floor by their door. We weren’t allowed in the master bedroom. Then I went to Em’s room. I saved the bra and pa...ties for last as a treat. She has 2 drawers for underwear. One was bras and panties, and the other was panties and socks. I was curious so I pulled other panties out to see. She had so many I was lost. Some silky, some cotton, some thong, some not. She had all colors. I was amazed. I had 10 or so boxers, all fatigue green. It was wonderland to me and. .. I stood frozen at the door way, 'Is he still jacking off? It must have been a little over an hour that I had left him...He must be having trouble because of me,' I thought, 'Maybe I should go in there and try to explain things again.'I knocked and heard him rustle the sheets, certainly to cover his erect penis. "Come in mom." He layed there, book in hand, knees arched underneath the covers so I could not see his erection, acting like nothing was going on."Hugh, we need to talk about. Screwing up her face in disgust, she stuck two fingers into her cunt, feeling around for the poo. But whether it felt her coming or because it had a further purpose, it retreated deeper into her body and evaded her questing touch.Now extremely worried, Alison lay down on the floor in an attempt to get a better angle, and she pushed her fingers as deep inside her cunt as possible. But it was no use - the poo had somehow forced itself into her womb. Alison gave up, and looked down at her abdomen.. Ken frowned, glanced at his watch; it was almost eight-thirty. Now, who could be calling at this hour? He sighed, excused himself, and went to the door, opening it. Standing on the flagstone porch outside was a petite and yet well-endowed and firmly rounded girl of Tony's age. She wore hot pants, revealing slim, tanned legs, and a summer blouse without sleeves, and her jet black hair was worn long, caressing her shoulders, wisps curling down to touch the full, pear-shaped globes of her breasts..