He'd only meantto try it on, but when the strap ripped, he knew that he'd have to makethe garment disappear and hope that his mother never noticed its... absence.If she knew just where her bra had gone, mom never mentioned it to him. Asan only child there would be no place else to deflect the blame. He smiledas he considered the only possible cover story. The washer ate yourbrassiere, mom. It was his first successful attempt at sewing. Though itwas clear that the garment had been mended, he did a. "I quit after two semesters, though. The instructor was an old guy that took every chance he could to put his finger into my twat, and he wasn't even able to make his pecker hard enough to fuck me, so I gave it up. There were plenty of guys to let fuck me, so I just didn't take a third semester.Misti smiled at her, and admitted, "The other afternoon, when I saw you, I figured you to be a prude. You are as much a slut as I am. The only thing you haven't done that I have, is sell your pussy. Or. . erect. I was getting erect! I was getting hard despite my 'chaste' girlfriend cavorting naked with a fat, ugly middle aged man.I wanted to look away and yell and run away as fast as I could, I was so upset but something kept me riveted to the spot. Staring at the scene before me. What happened next amazed me even more. Jane knelt down and as she did so she unzipped the man, fished inside his trousers and pulled out his fat cock. It looked enormous in her hand. Fat, with a big dome underneath. In that space was a small box. It was about the size of a cigar box and was covered in what looked like some kind of writing. It was not any language he recognized though. The box was very ornate with beautiful designs embossed on it. He couldn't tell what it was made of except to say it was some kind of metal or possibly ceramic. He picked up the box and left the cave, heading back to the cabin.When he arrived at the cabin he examined the box more carefully. There didn't seem to be any latch.