Snooping around.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Taylor saw the bathroom to her left.

Hm okay, I do need to pee... but I may have some time if I pretend I was pooping... I wonder which door is Watson's bedroom... Let's take a guess.

She opened the door across the hallway, quietly so none would hear.

Yes! Okay, it definitely looks like a boys room. Now what am I doing here... Underwear, I want to see his underwear, I may even get lucky and find a cum sock, god I'm gross, but body wants what it wants, and right now I want to smell and taste Watsons old cum.

She opened the top drawer of his dresser, first time lucky.

Ohmygosh! So many boxers. Taylor picked a few up to her face and smelled them. Mmm, they're clean, but there's a slight smell of boy...

She held a blue pair up in front of her.

I wonder how I would look in these? No,no, I couldn't take them, I'd never get away with it.

She put it back, and then she saw it.

Hm, something does smell strong in here though, Hey... that looks like a pair of running shorts. She gently grabs a still moistened pair of sweet Mary Temples running shorts. Whose are these?! How does he have them?! Why are they still wet... They smell... so strong... so good...

She brought them up to her nose and breathed in deeply. It was as if she was transported to that day in the laundry room with Helen and Watson, her mind drifting to a place of sweat and desire, she could smell all the parts of a human body, all the dried sweat and cum built up. She stuck her tongue out and tasted the fabric. She felt her crotch vibrate furiously (whatever was there).

Ohhhmygooood Watson.... Who's are these... They smell like ass, sweat and cum... Watson you are a naughty boy... Could you have stolen them from the laundry room after a run? Possible. Or given by someone? I wouldn't like that... I want him to have my sweaty underwear, not some other girls. Should I leave my underwear here for him? No, too obvious, and too horny, I don't even know if he likes... if he likes me...

She took one last smell and taste and put the shorts back in the drawer.

Good to know you a little more Watson... We're more similar than you think.

She quietly closed the drawer and went to pee. She flushed and went back downstairs.

Taylor sat back down and they finally began some school work. My body is still on fire... I don't think they notice though... I can feel my asshole clench every time I breathe. There's a bit of sweat, I can feel it.

After a natural stopping point, "Hey, Taylor it's late, but I don't want you to leave, do you think your parents would let you stay over? Even though it's a weeknight?" Asked Cary with confidence.

"Hm, I don't know. Let me call them! It'll probably be fine as long as I get to school tomorrow. Can ya'll drive me?"

"Absolutely!"

"Okay!" Taylor got up and called her mom. A few minutes later returned with a big smile covering her smooth round face.

"We're good! They're totally cool. Wow, I haven't had a sleepover in years!"

Excitedly they finished homework, cleaned the dishes, and straightened out the living room. All the while Taylor was looking at Watson and imagining him grasping his cock with those shorts wrapped around it. She thought what it would be like for Cary to sit her round and plump ass on her face.

I can't believe I'm going to sleep in the same house with Watson and Cary... I'm going to have the wettest dreams tonight.