"I passed a lot of the running of thegarage over to my sons, but I still come in most days. We live inDetroit, so working on cars is in our blood. It ...ould drive me crazyif I spent all my time at home, twiddling my thumbs." Not me," said Miguel, "I'd happily spend my days meditating andtending to the temple."A native Californian, Miguel was a lapsed Catholic who was obsessivelydevoted to finding a new faith to replace the one he'd turned hisback on. I had no idea which faith this 'temple' he'd. "I wanna go to the mall", Mike said. "Try on some new panties andshoes"I could see what Mike was getting at. He wanted to put the girlsthrough what they do to us all the time. Drag them trough the malllooking for clothes. I wasn't really interested in doing so but itcould be interesting."Sure, lets do it", I said as a smile formed on my glossy lips.Since it was my car, I ended up driving, regardless of what body I wasnow in. I didn't trust anyone behind the wheel of my car. Plus, Kellywas in my. " As you please!" the boy said. "Could you raise your arms like this, for me?"He showed her that she had to hold her arms stretched out horizontally and away from her body. So, Sandra laid the things she had in her hands on a nearby table and went standing there like he had shown her.The guy licked his lips and then moved closer to this naked body in front of him. "Oh God! Does she have nice tits?!" he thought before starting to measure them.He made sure that his hands made some skin contact. " Wondering what she meant, I reluctantly rose to my feet.With a wicked look, she hooked her left hand in the waistband of my jeans, her fingers warm against my hard, flat belly. With her right, she undid my belt buckle. Working the stiff fly buttons was tough going and my insistent erection made the job even tougher. Top button, second button, third, last, then she peeled back the front and tugged the heavy fabric off my hips. Janice paused and looked into my eyes, knowing the suspense was.