If you've read about our early teen years, you know what we like best: mutually masturbating each other while secretly watching other people.By the ti...e we had moved out of the large Victorian house we grew up in with our mother and older sister Barbara, we had peppered the walls, ceilings and floors with enough tiny spy hole so we would watch virtually anything anywhere.Of course, what we ended up watching the most was the great sex that our mom had with our sister. After dad left, mom. I'm not up for that 'sir' bullshit tonight." Very well… Jamie. While I was waiting for you, some of your friends wanted to know where I was to take you, but I can assure you, I did not disclose anything... I was wondering if you would like me to take a less direct route to be sure none of your friends are trying to follow. It wouldn't be the first time." Sounds like an excellent idea, Alfred… Do what you think's best. If you don't mind me asking, what did they offer to give the address." It's. Was she telling me that it was a fuckable ass, I wondered, not bothering to realize that she didn't even know that I existed.I strained to see a panty line, but saw nothing. Was that because her skirt was loose enough to hide it, or should I fantasize that beneath her skirt there was nothing except woman? As she completed her circle, our eyes passed each other but hers neither slowed nor stopped. It was as though I didn't exist, but was it John Paul Jones who said, 'I have not yet begun to. "Does Lynette know this?" I asked.Kristen shrugged as if she didn't care. "Lynette does what I tell her."I nodded, but Sherry was still staring open mouthed at Lynette, who finally reached us."Going swimming, Lynette?" I asked, amused by the prospect.Lynette looked at Kristen, who nodded. "Of course," Lynette replied.Kristen said, "You should put on a bathing suit, Jim. I left one out for you on the bed." She turned to Sherry and added, "Jim can show you where my bathing suits are if you didn't.