I left this pair on the shelf above the dryer, in plain view, so their owner could retrieve them. Sort of an ad hoc lost and found. I gathered up the ...est of my shit and returned to my apartment. Thinking nothing of it, the next week, 9 am Saturday morning I returned to wash the weeks worth of dirty clothes and recalled leaving the found panties on the shelf for anyone to take. I chuckled to myself about the whole thing. I had acted sensibly before by not taking the plain jane panties to jack. The place usually got by through the alcohol sales – legal and illicit. But Bobby was happy. That’s what he told me when he invited me over to meet his family. And it was a good, even great, reunion. His wife Heather was this cute little fireplug of a woman. She wore a loose fitting top that showed off nice boobs to great advantage. She had a compact, tight body and sure enough, she admitted to being a phys-ed teacher for the local school district. Bobby owned his own car shop. I remember him. "Does it lookfamiliar, Janice? I was inspired by the way Catherine Zeta-Jones woreher hair in "Chicago." I knew it turned you on to see her like that,but, silly me, I thought you wanted to fuck her. Of course, now Irealize you want to be her." She gave the wig a few gentle tugs."There, I think that's secured. I don't know how it will hold when yourboyfriend grabs it to pull your face down on his cock, but we'll seebefore too long." Now that you're dressed for tonight, sissy, it's time for me to. I could now feel his need and the long slow thrust of his member as it slid in and out of my tight wet cunt. I cried out to him, “Please! Please don’t tease me any longer! Fuck me hard and fast, I need to feel your strength.” He started to piston in and out of me like a maniac sending me into waves of delight and ecstasy. I could feel his hardness and throbbing cock filling every inch of my grasping needy pussy. I cried out in delight, as he continued to push into me until he was completely.