I go absolutely mad for a woman in boy shorts. Rock hard in a second. Most of the time wouldn't wait until we were in a private place. Just see them in her basket at the laundry, ask her to try them on for me, then take her directly on the floor. To the cheers and applause of all who happened to be watching. Most parents would even use this chance to educate their children on the birds and the bees. This being the perfect time because of my impeccable technique and the beauties undeniable purity.
All joking aside though, boy shorts. (And I realize that some of the above could be taken in bad taste, not meant to be some sick thing towards kids, just a light hearted humor.)