They'd meet eye and sneer. I raised up and took a look. It wasn't a female, but, a male. He'd turned left and was in the next aisle over."I wonder if ...e dresses?" I whispered softly.He got down to the end of the aisle and u-turned. I once more bent to my task. I had my day, well, my 3-day weekend planned: shop----return home-f--lip the switch on the iron I already had set up---carefully press my new lingerie purchases---thoroughly organize them---dress and posture the afternoon away in front of. I had brought a small bag and pulled from it a damp towel that I used to clean myself off, then handed it to her. After she wiped up we did what little dressing needed to be done and walked hand in hand in the gathering twilight to the parking lot. Halfway there she asked, “Do you love me? Really love me?” “Yes, I guess as well as anyone can so soon.” “Good. I was afraid, just a little afraid you would just use me.” “No, never.” She smiled happily and kissed my cheek. “I’ll find us a place. I pulled harder until she moaned in pain. "Open your legs Tina."Tina's legs opened, spreading her flower. Her nectar gushed forth from the delicate organs within."Yes, she is definitely a slut. Let's see her top now."I turned around and slid down Tina's stomach until our crotches rubbed delightfully together. Oh God, I wanted her. I looked down at her face, which she turned away to avoid my stare. I pinched her nipples, causing her crotch to rise up and grind against my own. I noticed the top. However, there was one family whose c***d they wanted baby-sitting, was a damn sight older than that. The Patrick’s were a very strict family, they very rarely went out, only to play bridge. They did not let their daughter go out. Sophie was in college, and was a very quiet girl. Whenever Ben went over to sit for the Patrick’s, she would sit in her room and read. Ben was an attractive young man, 5’10, black hair and clean-shaven. All the mothers in the village wished their daughters would bring.