" How?" asked Lisa."You can return the favor sometime."Lisa blushed openly. She wasn't sure if she could ever masturbate in front of anyone, but the t...hought of doing it for Shelly's enjoyment thrilled her and she promised that she would.Shelly wiggled her ass as the last few dribbles of warm piss spilled from between her legs. She stepped away from the muddy puddle she had created and pulled on her shorts. Gesturing with her hand she indicated the place where she had peed.Lisa smiled, pulled. “I’m not kidding,” Marcie said. “$100 and proof that they don’t have any STDs, would be all you would need!”Thinking of it for a couple of minutes, I said “Why not Mary -- we need the cash since dad has probably already cut off my Visa card access?”“How soon do you want me to get some girls here?” Marcie said.“That would be my sister’s decision, not mine!” I said.“Would tomorrow afternoon at 4 o’clock be soon enough?” she asked her best friend.“We do need to make them think that they are each. I was feeling a bit anxious, but the fishtailing didn’t seem to faze Cheyenne one little bit. As far as she was concerned, her boxy little vehicle only had two speeds: fast and stop. At the bottom of a long hill, and without any warning at all, she just drove off the right side of the road, and we began bouncing over dust dunes and sagebrush. The seatbelt probably saved me from grievous injury.We topped a hill and surprised a small herd of antelope lying in the grass, sending them zig-zagging. She let me dry her body before returning to our bedrooms to get dressed before going downstairs for breakfast.As I got up from the kitchen table to wash the dishes a knock came to the back door, Auntie Betty got up to answer it and my heart sank when I heard the voice of gardener boy, the person I hated most in the world. As he walked into the kitchen he asked if he could “go somewhere private to talk” the cheeky bastard, so they walked into the living room. I couldn’t hear what they were.