They were too small. They were size medium, my son’s size (mine are XL). I ignored it figuring they just got accidentally mixed in somehow…...then I found a second pair. Now this had my attention. Why would two pairs of my son’s underwear be in my bedroom on my side of the bed? I tried to reason it out, but can only think of one logical reason. I stashed this info away in my brain and went about doing laundry, including washing his underwear and giving them to him.Fast-forward to. After spending with her few hours we reach to house. Then we have dinner and we went to our room which they arrange on 1st floor. And she also comes after sometime and we started to chat again. We three sitting on bed and my cock is starting to rise I didn’t know its standing to seeing her she was talking sometime noticing my dick in my track I didn’t cover it, my friend was busy in talking with her and i was just enjoying the beauty and smiling to me and me too.After sometime my friend went to. Black what the other islands would do. He said that they would all get ready for war but at the same time they would all try to stay out of it. The King on Central Isle -the captured trader’s captain said ‘of Central Isle’ and he said ‘on Central Isle’- was a weasel who could not be trusted by anyone; his closest allies and friends were the most likely to be cheated, robbed, or murdered.I had to ask “Do you actually have weasels on the Pirate Isles?”“No. It’s just a saying. I have no idea what. I decided for the moment, that there was no sense in waking her at that hour of the morning when I had to go to family court at a hearing scheduled for 8: 30 AM. I got up with great effort, went to the bathroom, made my morning ritual except for my morning shower, and quietly dressed so as not to wake her.I felt increasingly feverish and my legs felt like rubber. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind, but I had an important court date in which the safety, welfare, and the future of an abused.