.. no. Tell me you didn't.”“He asked me out, what was I supposed to say?”“How about 'no' for starters?”“Riley, I'm seventeen. Don't you th...ink I'm old enough to go on a real date?”“A real date, yes. With him? No. Absolutely not, and your brother would more than agree with me.” We sat next to the fire in the same place on the beach. The boys once again enjoying some drinks, though legally this time (for the oldest of them, at least), as Riley and I sat a bit away from them enjoying our sobriety.. The girls made no effort to change them, and this was obviously what they had been discussing that first day. Certainly, after being worn for a whole week of almost constant sexual arousal, those panties were an absolute disgrace! The girls had even been putting clean panties into the washing basket, to avoid having our mother coming into their room searching for soiled underwear.Soiled was very much the right word. The disturbing thought was that there were still two more weeks to go. There. Thick muscular legs, toned. Her ass defied gravity.We would get together in my room and play guitar and sing songs. We would do Cash and Carter's "Jackson". We were pretty good too. She could harmonize well.One night we were at a bar here in Down Town. She sat in the stool next to me. She wore a short skirt. She had soft blond hair on her thighs, very light, barely visible.Her tits were small and pert. She had big gorgeous brown eyes. And behind her pouting lips were a set of big white teeth,. I only licked my lips instead."I've never paid you anything," I said."It's okay. I paid me." You did?" You left me the credit card." You can't pay yourself with the company credit card," I said."Why not? I'm keeping the books. And I didn't actually pay me any cash. We just used it for the things we needed while you were gone." But that's going to be a nightmare in the books," I objected."Well, you're the boss. What do you suggest I do?"I thought that was obvious."We do transfers of your salary.