Jack used the rest of the hours to good effort. He went to the family garage and got his dad's coil of rope. To which he tied knots at one foot intervals making a primitive rope ladder. He also got a backpack and fastened it upon his shoulders... He put a flashlight in it as well just in case all of the lights were out which he hoped would be the case. He even had a switch blade that he put in his shorts pocket in case he needed to scare somebody.

When 11 o'clock came and the night was in full swing he snuck out of his house through his back window.. He didn't' want to ask permission from his mother to burglarize a home after all.

Climbing up with his backpack on and a coil of rope slung over his shoulder he crested the top where he secured the rope to a point in the fence top and dropped it down into the sandbox below. But before he went over he checked the house for lights... It seemed deadly dark and quiet.. "Good!" Jack reasoned. A full moon lit things up pretty well too, so he wouldn't' have to turn his flash light on in order to make it in.

Scaling down the rope he landed on the sand and that's when he noticed the little girl's toys.. There was a ball in the sand that he could have fit inside of .... There were some dollies too that were as tall as his entire body.. This gave him pause.. It was bewildering to think that people actually played with such big toys.

Then he saw the shovel with sand in it. For shit's and giggles he decided to try and lift it. Jack lifted the massive handle with all of his might but the shovel portion didn't' even budge. This was very humbling for him as he had observed her, a mere child, maneuver that load of sand in one hand and move it through the air as if it was made out of thin air.

It dawned on him now how dangerous the occupants of this house were... They were Giants with Giant strength to match.. And probably at least as smart as he was who could out-run him should they give chase... Jack was starting to have reservations now.. Maybe this wasn't such a sure thing or good idea after all.

But then jack remembered the gold coins.. Just one could net him probably 75 thousand dollars or more! He stood there under the moonlit sky and pondered some more. And then his penis began to twitch as he remembered the teen aged girl named Sandra... Perhaps he could peep in on her too and steal her panties as a trophy! Yeah, it was settled now.. Full steam ahead...

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Jack approached the back door and thankfully they had not closed the glass portion so the screen was the only thing holding him back. But it was a Giant's screen so it took him the better part of a half hour to saw through enough squares in order to bend it back and sneak in.

Once accomplished Jack looked back at his escape route. The rope was still there. He'd be fine. So taking a deep breath he entered the castle sized structure.

Inside his nostrils were hit with human odors.. To his left was the laundry room lit by a night light illuminating a basket of dirty cloths. The basket was as tall as he was so he'd actually have to climb it in order to see the contents.. So with a grin and a look to the kitchen beyond which was as still as a crypt he did just that.

Getting over the ledge he was met by the billowy contents within.. It indeed smelled like dirty cloths. Musty and sweaty was the odor.

Jack turned on his flashlight and immediately spied the mother's business pantyhose... They were black nylons and laying on top. He picked up a leg portion and realized that he could fit comfortably within this stocking.. He brought the foot portion to his nose and sniffed... A strong odor almost knocked him off of the basket lip.. It smelled like sweat, bacteria, funk, and leather all mixed together..

Shaking his head in amazement he saw some cotton panties underneath them so he moved the large amount of nylon to the side and read the print on them.

"Girl's Rule!" It said. And they were huge too.. This would belong to the teenager.. He maneuvered the panties into his hands and held the crotch portion to his face like he had done with the mother's hose... They were strong smelling too. First off he marveled at how he could sit in them as if they were a hammock... He just had to smell these too so he moved the crotch to his face again and inhaled. This time he smelt the strong smell of sweat mixed with urine.. It was not as pleasant has he thought it would be. It almost turned his stomach truth be known.. She must have worn them all day he reasoned.. But to his amazement his cock was hard again.

Jack smiled and began stuffing the parachute sized panties into his backpack.. They'd make an excellent trophy!

Once completed Jack saw a red sock that was much smaller than the mothers... "Why not?" He figured so bent over and smelled it too.. The odor was stronger than all of them combined... His eyes even watered over it... The youngest girl must have ran all day in them he came to believe. He could see where the sweat had collected dust all along the bottom of the sock soiling the sole portion..

Jack was humbled by the sheer magnitude of their bodily odors... The musk and salty residues being almost unrecognizable to them yet overpowering to his small nostrils.

Jack shook his head and patted his backpack containing his prize.. A gold coin would still fit in there and it might even dampen sound he smiled to himself as he now began to climb down from the basket in search for a peep and a coin.

The kitchen ahead was dark and mysteriously quiet.. Jack tip toed through the cathedral high entrance out into it and the unknown beyond.