I had never dared to go into such a store before. There were sexy clothes, sex toys, lubricants and even DVDs there. Mom walked in and straight to the...lingerie department. She found a red bra and panty set for herself."What do you want? I’ll pay for you,”she said.I looked at everything. Maybe I should have something with an opening at the bottom and for the nipples? I thought that seemed sexy."What do you think?" I asked my mother and showed her a transparent panty with a French opening and a. She was sleeping so I slipped away. We obviously were still in the home of Mark and Happy Jones. I staggered around until I found he bathroom off the hall.I could remember the night before in great detail, but I didn’t feel completely in touch with what happened. The memory was like a movie. I hooked up with happy shortly after we arrived. She and I did things that were familiar to me, but seemed a little more about Happy than me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the hell out of them, it just. We all surfed, even though there were next to no waves, so, even though she was a freckled redhead, she was well tanned. And when I say freckled I mean she was covered in them.”“You said that already.”“Shhh;” I scold her, “you keep interrupting I won’t tell you the story.”Amy’s fingers start to work on my jean’s zipper; “Won’t happen again, promise.”“God, she had a lot of freckles;” I tease, but quickly move on. “Now, as I said earlier, it was the day after my thirteenth birthday. She told me. ...I guess we matched as exhibitionist types too but we didn't really understand that then...only the thought of being seen by someone added to the sense of explicit and complete passion we shared.And it was one of these early evenings after we had stripped off together,she looked at me with what I can only call pure devilment in her sparkling blue eyes, when she reached down,picked up her lacy white panties and said "Put these on for me". Well, it was the two of us. No one else about. I didn't.