My first...
The first time Catherine opened the door in nothing but a tank top and a pair of distinctively male boxers, Sara was too busy appreciating her legs to really notice.
But as the weeks turned into months, and Sara realized that Catherine’s collection of men’s underwear far exceeded that of a normal man, she couldn’t help the simmering jealousy. She feared they were all part of Catherine’s trophies, like some men collected their conquest’s panties.
Until the day she unloaded their groceries, and came across a brand new three-pack of colorful boxer shorts, in Catherine’s size. The relief was incredible.
But as the weeks turned into months, and Sara realized that Catherine’s collection of men’s underwear far exceeded that of a normal man, she couldn’t help the simmering jealousy. She feared they were all part of Catherine’s trophies, like some men collected their conquest’s panties.
Until the day she unloaded their groceries, and came across a brand new three-pack of colorful boxer shorts, in Catherine’s size. The relief was incredible.