The drive to the outlet mall was just under a half hour and the two beauties cruising in the Mustang was probably a last glimpse of summer for any who...passed. Leaves were starting to show color in Massachusetts despite the low eighties temps."Lucy, I know I told you before that I could help you guys out if you ever got a little short or tight with money, and I know you're a bit too proud to ask. I'm going to give you mad money to shop today and I absolutely will not take no for an answer.. "In the kitchen then, I think we might need some kitchen roll," said Amala, who turned and knew that Patrick's eyes would be on her backside."Do you like my arse, Patrick?" she asked without looking behind."Yes, yes, Amala, I do," he replied as they reached the kitchen."You will see it naked one day but not today," she said as she undid the youth's trousers and lowered them and his underpants.She got the kitchen roll close by and then took Patrick's rock-hard - and quite large - cock in her. I took them two at a time and ran into my room. Pulling the drawer open, I sifted through to find a pair which would not show through the white dress...only finding dark ones. "Shit" I exclaimed, then rationality came back to me and I reasoned he was here for help, not rampant sex! Just thinking that made me damp. That nervous pull deep in the stomach, that flutter in my pussy. I knew my nipples were hardening....stop it, get a grip, I thought out loud. "Stop what?" came the reply. I turned to. He was still smiling, casually, and began to put his things in to his bag. Adrienne grabbed her backpack and swung it over one shoulder. “Thank you, sir. I can’t wait to see you again.” She practically ran out of the building, not stopping until she was on the street again. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, seeming to want to escape from the ribcage and tear right through her. She turned towards home and began walking.