Go to breakfast naked?

A wicked though passed through your mind... a sudden desire to shake the childish underwear down as strut into the kitchen completely naked, the idea is so tantalisingly wrong... but oh so right; your fingers grip the waistband of your underwear, still dripping with premature watery cum and the faint oder of a pathetic little spurt of cum, slowly slipping the underwear down; now what to do with the offending garment, a smile as you place the underwear on your head, covering only your hair keeping the "John" name on complete view.

Slowly but surely you take a couple of steps inside.