“Put them on.”
Jck almost died. Bhabhi Stockings and a few pairs of tights next. What would she say? Jack stood, hands by sides, no point trying to hide. If he looked closely at his thoughts, he generally imagined himself in bed with his mother. She did check if he had eaten breakfast and when told no, she pointed out he was “big enough and ugly enough” to sort himself out. His parents had separate dressing areas. Really? What would she say? His mother went into her bathroom. She handed over her knickers to Jack. He could hear his heart pounding. He was bored, and after only one hour of being here. Jack held them to his nose and was certain he could smell his mother on them. Now what? This was weird but delectable.
