"Wow, that's pretty interesting. I wanna see mom's tits too." "Why would you want to see them? You've got a pair of your own." Amy responded, "I don't...know. I think it would be kind of neat to see them." They continued their conversation until about 10:30, when their father interrupted them. "Come on kids. Mom's got breakfast ready. let's eat." They looked at each other, winked, and followed their father down into the kitchen. Amy purposely didn't put on any shorts and went to the kitchen in. Of course, the guilt imposed by religious pressures and the scandal of outraged society effectively reduced the overt expression of flexible morals in most fledgling females, but their urges were often encouraged to fruition by sensuous addictive writings of depraved creatures both male and female. This meant that the covert activities of youth flourished under the noses of parents with little understanding of senseless kinkiness in the dead of night.Young Miss Grace had not as yet been. Finishing with "No, I don't feel the slightest bit guilty".She explained how difficult it had been when she missed the last train home and had no choice but to come back to my place with me and Angie. How she really hadn't wanted to play 'Spin the bottle" but didn't want to appear grumpy so agreed.She also said that she could hear me fucking Angie and that she couldn't wait to get home. I offered my sincerest apologies and told her the truth, how I had my eyes on her before her sister sat next. Her body combusted at the very thought. “You ok with that?” asked Josh. “Why not, and he can keep his mouth shut?” “Sure he can, Tamara came onto him last week but he choked. Nerves. I reckon he’d be up for it, he’s been staring at your tits since you got here.” Steph had underestimated Josh yet the possibilities it brought gnawed at her insides. Getting one over Tamara clinched the deal for her. “Okay, bring him along too. As long as you both do what I say.” Josh smiled wryly, “Sure.”.