I consider reaching into my pocket to pop yet another aspirin but my phone rings and saves me from doing it."Fogerty," I snap answering the phone. "Wh...'s this?" It's your fucking boss, you fossil. What the fuck are you doing?" Well Stan, I think they call it working. I'm on the scene of that homicide on Lafayette Avenue," I said."Well, I'll pass that one off to someone else, I have something special I need you to look into," he says."Uhn unh Stan, this one is special too," I tell him."Dammit. When he steered me into the clothing store, it never occurred to me to protest. Daytona Beach is definitely a tourist town, and many permanent storefronts competed with the kiosks set up everywhere, in an unapologetic attempt to separate the bikers from their cash. This particular shop, while not the first one we’d looked at, had an eclectic variety of clothing ranging from erotic to downright tawdry, but we were both drawn immediately to the wall of corsets. Not the first ones we’d seen that. Smith, she looked over her shoulder with a slight smile and informed me that Mr. Smith was visiting friends in town but would be by very soon most likely. I must have frowned slightly for her to notice. She quickly added, "Let me give him a call, I was meaning to anyway." She excused herself as she went into another room to make the call. I sipped on ice tea she had in the kitchen as she did so. A few moments later she informed me that Mr. Smith would be gone a bit longer than she though, he. Both Caitlin and Lauren were still virgins and neither of them had ever been with a guy, but they were really learning lots about their own bodies and their own female sexuality.As Caitlin felt her own pussy getting very hot and wet, she moved her hand up to the waistband of Lauren's panty and then she stuck it underneath the waistband and slid it gradually down until she felt the hair of Lauren's brown pussy hair and then after that she felt the distinctive wetness of Lauren's sexy young.