I loved the taste of his cum. As soon as he came, ourcell phones both began to ring. It was our parents. He silenced his and Ipicked mine up. It wa... my mother. "Brad, where the fuck are you?" "At abar," I lied. "Is Andrew with you?" "No of course not" I lied again. Itold her I would be back in an hour. I hung up the phone and we bothhurried to get whatever clothes on we could that were still somewhatwearable. We saw a gas station in the distance that looked open so wewalked hand in. "Do you want me to help you show them how hot you are? Tell me baby. Tell me what you want."I leaned back against you, enough to feel the deep, slow thudding of your heart, and I could feel the hot liquid seeping out between my pussy lips, soaking my panties."I want your hands on me, Scott," I breathed, "and I want them to see it. I want them to see how my body responds to you. Let them see it."You murmured your approval in my ear, a deep near-growl of pure masculine pleasure as your hands. Three chests were lined up in a row and all were about the same size. One had the dull glow of brass, one had the patina of old copper and the third looked to be of cedar with brass affixed where the box would wear when moved around. I pulled two out with the metal handles that were attached to the ends. The third, the wooden one, had a leather handle and looked to be much like the old-time trunks that travelers used.None were locked, but had hasps where a padlock could be used. All the tops. Then she took a pillow from the other bed, and asked me to lift my hips so she could slide it under them. Now my butt was really sticking up there!"Oh, Mindy, you're so tense. You're going to have to relax for this. Here, I know just the thing."I felt something cold on my bottom, and suddenly I realized it was Jennifer's hands, with some kind of lotion on them. They warmed up pretty quick, though, and suddenly it started feeling real good. She was right, it was sort of relaxing, although I.