?Are you sure you didn’t plan that?? you ask with a laugh.Not answering, I pull the boxers up over my mound and ass. I just love it when you make me...wear boxers in place of panties. It is amazing how free and very naughty I feel.Shaking my ass a little at you, I glance at you over my shoulder and see the smile on your face. You let out a moan. ?What are you moaning at?? Twirling my curly hair and trying to look innocent, I say, ?I’m just changing clothes. That’s all.? I can’t help my smile. He was now wearing a scoopedneck knit sleeveless shirt with crocheted detailing below the neckline. Carl's mom had always complained that Carl should tuck his shirt intohis pants, which Carl rarely did. But this top, (Carl had never worn atop before, he had always worn shirts and T-shirts, but this wasneither, it was clearly a womens top.) This top ended just below hiships. Though the top obscured the top of his jeans, he somehow knew hewore jeans with an elastic waistband and no zipper. . Maybe ... we should get goin'," he said nervously. "We've got a fair distance to travel today. I don't want to tire you out too much." What ... are you going to make we walk?" I kidded.He was beginning to recover his wits. "Well, I hadn't thought of that, but if you'd like..." I could see the grin spread across his face."Horses or trucks?" I asked, cutting off the kidding."Lady's choice," he came back quickly."Horses first ... then the truck if you get too tired," I challenged.He looked at me. .. Do we really need others to satisfy us sexually?Oh, God ... is he already off in a bedroom fucking one of them? Or has he left? Would he leave me here? No, I doubt it. But he might just let himself go off with any one of them, even the blonde. Especially the blonde, damn her!The bathroom began to feel like a cell. From the door to the back wall it had just barely enough length for a small linen closet, a plain sink below an ordinary medicine cabinet with a weak light, the toilet, and the one.