I lead my boy down the stairs and both his eyes and cock pop out with the excitement. Around us is a den of wall to wall bras, stockings, knickers (F...rench, g-strings, crotchless, lacy, latex), corsets, babydolls and at the bottom some costumes (police girl, slut, maid, school girl). He pulls me close and whispers that I know all the good places and pulls my hand to his cock where I feel it bulging. I went round the shop, picking out a few items which just so happened to have my size right at. He wasn’t quite sure what kind of games they played while he was out playing football and he didn’t really want to know. He suspected that lots of leather and toys were involved. The less he thought about the subject, the better.“They play sports, too?” Tom asked shifting to look at Max. It made sense to him that the parents of a jock would be jocks.Max shifted uncomfortably and answered, “Not really.”Curious, Tom asked, “So what are they doing?”Max growled and answered, “They are probably. As I was getting the tissues Matilda was talking to her old buddy Lucy.What I heard nextmade me literally freak out.Matilda was actually telling Lucy that "I" looked so sexy and don't know how tomake a move on me cause her daughter and husband were present but that they will be spending the weekend.Upon hearingthis I was both shocked and sexually aroused at the same time.So she finished her call and went back to the dinning roomwhere I came with the tissues and another bottle of Red Wine.While. Nina's voice. "Hey babe! How's your day?" It's been a normal day. So far." We had two visits. One was a big truck with a piano on the back, and the second was a nice black lady from social services." How'd that go?" I asked.Giggle. "I gave her the grand tour. She had to ease around the guys bringing in the piano. I told her it was a medieval torture device and we were going to chain Sandy to it." Oh, baby, some of those people don't have a sense of humor." She did. Actually, after the piano.