They were Vanity Fair, Lace Nouveau. I knew those underwear. And thebra - a Playtex Living Bra. The girdle was a Playtex "I Can't Believe It'sA Gir...le," open-bottom girdle.I was stunned. Beyond shock almost. The lingerie I'd just discovered -they were my own mother's underwear. My mind couldn't process what it wasseeing. What was my mother's underwear doing in Mrs. Andrews' bedroom?I picked up the soiled panties that were lying on the floor. My mother'spanties. Panties that I was very. Pete smiled in confusion. "No... ?"The striking blonde catfighter shook her head. "No. I won her. In a fight."Pete nearly stopped breathing. "You what?" I won her. By beating her. She is my slave for three months."Just then, the girl came walking back in with a steaming cup of coffee. She set it down on a small table by the loveseat where Pete sat. Pete looked at her up and down."Slave?? Oh c'mon, this IS a joke, I'm sure."Cobra wasn't smiling. She stared right at Pete and her gaze never. Lily asked, “Whatever happened to that flying saucer?”Mike grinned and said, “I take it out to New Mexico sometimes and fly it around Roswell.”“You don’t?” Lily asked wide-eyed.“I just love to read the newspapers afterwards,” Mike said with a very large grin.“You are a very naughty boy,” Lily said. She gave him a love tap on the arm.Melinda said, “I don’t believe you.”“Maybe we can fly down there later tonight,” Mike said.“You don’t have a flying saucer.”“Do you want to bet? If it flies then. Needless to say, when she invited me over, I cut my workout short! When we arrived at her house, the clothes started flying off. We jumped in her shower together to save time and start playing. Soaping up her huge breasts had me rock hard in no time. Her hard, long nipples stood out over an inch, portraying her arousal. She has a shower massage (bet I can guess why!!). I started directing it on her pussy and her legs immediately spread apart so I could get the water flow right on her aching.