The excitement of the girls to go to the mall seemed to be contagious. Carol was smiling softly to herself as she made her way into the master bath. She slipped off her robe followed by her flannel pajamas, pausing to look at them in the pile on the floor, “Not very sexy now are they?”
***At that moment***
Eric was pulling his own clothes on, cinching up an clean pair of sweats, he could fit almost two of himself in them now. He was still having a hard time understand, or maybe believing would have been the better way to put it, that is was really going on.
His thought floated to the women of the house, from one to the next. His fantasy was brief and rather tame, bringing a smile to his face none the less.
He’d been doing laundry several month’s ago, everyone for the most part did their own. He figured this was because the girls didn’t want him touching or much less seeing their underwear. He was mildly shocked to see some of the smallest panties he’d ever seen (even in all the porn he’d seen) in one of the piles… until he realized it was Tera’s dirty clothes, then it had made sense actually. How else could she wear pants so tight they looked like they were air brushed on?
The idea of Carol in one of Tera's abbreviated panties and matching bra gave him a chubby. This was followed by his mind drifting to Kimber wearing them… what had been a semi solid lump in his shorts grew to hard on status.
Pulling a t shirt on that now fit much like a circus tent, Eric again thought about the tiny-ness, for lack of a better word, of Tera’s unmentionables. In his mind an image of her in just that itty bitty triangle of lycra and it’s matching bra, “Man… she’s gotta shave her box… she’s just gotta.” His cock came to full attention.
All the while he failed to notice that little buzzing going on in the back of his brain… |