Jen was a super fit classmate; John had seldom talked to her.
At 5'8" Jen was the tallest girl in John's form class, with log straight raven black hair, piercing green eyes, small button nose and pouty lips; she had a fit athletic body that drove male students’ wild and female students mad with envy. She had a pinchable perfect peach of a backside and small pert breasts, at just a 'c' cup, you felt they could be bigger; she was dating the captain of the football team and a member of the cheerleader’s squad.
Thinking “How on earth did something from someone at school end up here?”You suddenly remembered you had followed her from the sports hall last week; she had dropped the white socks, as she hurried to her next class. You had surreptitiously moved to the socks, bent down and tucked them into your trousers.
That evening after collage you had sat in your room, pulled the socks from your pocket and sniffing the sweet scent of Alison’s sweaty athletic feet. Thinking back you realise you had left them in you trouser pocket, and obviously your mother must have washed them, you grab them and to your disappointment they were now much softer and only smelt of mint. You placed them with your clothes and headed out of the laundry taking all the clean clothes to the appropriate rooms. Having deposited all the other clothes in their respective owner’s rooms, you had reached your room.
Placing the clothes on your bed you spy the socks and put them on..
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