Maybe thats why they alwaysseemed to go to the loo together, a strangely erotic thought that he putto the back of his mind straight away. It was quit... a long walk home andhe began to wonder when he would be allowed to collect his bike fromschool and resume using it. It did make it so much easier for him but theperhaps this was part of the punishment. He wondered whether riding a bikewearing knickers would feel any different to him. Or even worse a skirt!His mind filled with images of girls. “I love it. Thank you so much, Serena.”“You're very welcome, just let me take some pics.”So numerous pics were then taken for Serena, and we took some for ourselves.When Serena left, Helene gave her a big hug and thanked her many more times.“Now that gives me an idea,” I said.“I thought it might,” said Helene. “Does it mean going to an adult club?”“How did you guess that?” I laughed.“Not sure I will wear the long chain on our first visit but... yes, let’s do it.”The rest of the evening we were. Not as measured by the mercury, of course, but by the people. So I was, needless to say, not thrilled to hear a loud knocking and pressing of my doorbell at two in the morning. I had to stumble out of bed, throw on some sweats, grab the .38 just in case, and head for the front door all while listening to some asshole who couldn’t wait for a minute.I looked through the peephole and found not a gang banger on my front step but a disheveled black woman. Still, her friends could be just out of. Then, she asked me to show those photos on my tab. I hesitated since some of them were beyond raunchy due to my naughtiness and mom’s innocence. Still, since mom and auntie insisted, I bought the tab and sat on the sofa.Mom and aunt sat on my either sides. Mom’s bra covered tits were pressing against my right elbow and chest while auntie just rubbed her naked thighs peeking out of the slit in her top on my short covered thighs. At first, the photos were quite normal, mom was looking beautiful.