My Neighbour Sally's Panty's: Chapter 2: Sally Wets herself
I set the phone down, feeling a lump forming in my throat. Of course my boxers, which I had left on her floor. So here I, Will, was, standing in my living room, facing the prospect of either being revealed as a pervert to my family. Or walking up the road to my neighbours house, with a pair of my own mother's, used, panties.
"Mum, I'm going around to Dave's" I shouted, thinking about where she kept her knickers. Up stairs in the bathroom. I climbed the stairs and found the laundry hamper, and found a white, satin pair of her knickers with some faint sweat marks and a small streak up the back. I held them briefly, then pushed them into my pocket.
The walk up the road was awkward, I'm sure I looked like a cowboy, the way I was walking. That was because Sally's panties were rubbing against my thighs, her sweat mixing with mine. When I knocked on the door, I expected to meet just her, instead her husband was there to greet me.
"Hi" I said nervously, trying not to betray the situation I was in.
"Come in. Sally said you would be coming for dinner, although I'm not sure why" John said. I followed him into the dinning room and sat down before them, noticing the kids were not here.
"Where are Riley and Jane?" I asked.
"At a friends house. Eat up, I don't want you getting hungry" Sally said innocently. I nodded and sat down to eat, shifting my legs to adjust the position of the panties.
The dinner ended early, we cleared up, and I followed them into the living room, the one where I had sat only a short time before, wet and naked. Sally sat across the small room from me, while John sat before me.
