As soon as she was inside, she ran to the laundry basket. The first set of socks she found was clean, as were the second, and the third. What had happ...ned? She had gone over a month, finding nothing but her son's crusty cum soaked socks in the laundry, and now she couldn't even find one. Then she found one, near the bottom. She yelped in triumph as she examined it, and noticed that it was indeed dry cum in it.She ran to his room, and grabbed his sheets and pillow case. His sweat should be on. The top comes off and no bra at all. Wow baby, I say to myself. The next is the shorts, which she slides off slowly and also no panties. Wow baby, I’m just staring at her in disbelief. I turn and looking at the audience who are going crazy with support. She is now totally naked and walks over to our table where all my mates can’t believe what is happening. She stands on our table and kneels down in front of me, spreading her legs for me to have a good look at her sweet spot. The mates have. It may be because my predecessor didn’t push him hard enough.”“Why do you say that, Grace?”“The drivers are not keeping their vehicles clean for the start of each job and the garages and the yard are a mess. More importantly I reckon the drivers are skimping their morning service.”“How do you know that?”“I was at the yard at six this morning. With three exceptions who had early runs the rest started to drift in from seven o’clock onwards. According to the details board many of them were due to. The doors opened and I stepped into the carriage, sitting down opposite a big, shaven-headed man who obviously worked in construction. He was caked in what I assume was brick dust, and he looked tired and very bored. Next to him on either side were businessmen, very smart in their suits, numbed into a catatonic state by the daily newspaper, which they ostensibly read. The heavy-set builder must have noticed how flushed I was, because he began to surreptitiously eye me up (and down), although.