Butch and Mark both in their mid teens. They had a ton of cash from mowing lawns all summer and they wanted to have fun. The mall was slow today. "Wan...t to see a movie?" Butch said to Mark. "Fuck no. I want to get laid." Mark replied. They both laughed as neither had even got close to getting laid. This nice lady walked by and looked at the boys. "Twenty bucks to see your tits." Mark said. The woman smiled and kept walking. Then another woman came up. "Twenty bucks to see your tits." Mark said. You slipped in, spreading your legs widely as you did, making sure that I had a great look at your pussy before shutting the door. I don’t know how many times we had gotten away with that little routine, even with the k**s in the car. We weren’t even on the highway yet when you had shifted around to sit sideways in your seat. This too was practically habit. Even if we weren’t actively engaged in sex we always stole every possible chance to be as naughty as we could. As always I enjoyed the. Now you'd best get back to your chores." She lay spread across the quilts of her big, high bed with its carved headboard, knees raised, her dark hair fan-like beneath her."Really," she moaned as I continued, snorting with passionate effort, sure I could come again with another score of thrusts, "the mister will be back directly and the cook's here now. Save some for Monday." She pushed on my chest with both hands, and I reluctantly withdrew. We had created a swamp anyhow. She sat up and pulled. "Good. Then I am going to put some music on while you strip." While I STRIP?!!? her mind almost screamed at the way he nonchalantly delivered command. While I WHAT??!!?! Yet her hands moved of their own volition, letting her purse strap slide slowly down her arm, then allowing her business coat to follow. Next, those traitorous hands began unbuttoning her blouse - fumbling - but still still unbuttoning, even as her mind raged against her almost slavish obedience.From somewhere off in the.