It didn’t do much to protect my modesty.“Here,” Phil said handing me his driver’s hat. I was confused for just a moment; why would I want to w...ar his hat? Oh, right, duh.I gratefully took the hat and placed it over my crotch. It didn’t improve things much, but it was still better than my hands.“The hat’s not going to get you in trouble with the girls, will it?” Phil asked.“Probably,” I said with a small shrug. I figured the punishment from Jess and Amelia couldn’t be much worse than jail-time. She was young, she was healthy, she was vibrant and she was reveling in such a state of debauchery that even Martin was becoming concerned that the sheer number of women which Renee was bedding, was causing talk. He talked with her on numerous occasions, but despite her reassurances that she was being discreet, the endless parade of feminine bodies in and out of her bedroom was creating rumors and, in fact, two important social occasions came and went without an invitation to the Tylers.The. Today wasSaturday and she likes to sleep in. "I've got it," she yelled to me outher bedroom window.I was hanging intimates, between the sheets as to not display them forthe entire world to see. Mother and I wear quite a bit and it takes abouttwo rows across the clothes line just for panties, bras, slips, and camisthat we'd worn for the week. Mother insists I change hourly as trained inMiss Johnson's School for Girls. The sheets I'd hung were pink anyway soit just looked like girl city on the. We each had our routines. At Marc’s house we would put on music, jump on the bed that was down in the basement and prend to play guitar on his tennis rackets. At Steve’s house we would explore (he lived in an old manson) and try to watch his sisters from outside the windows. His sisters were older, in high school. One had a fire escape outside her room and the other one had a tree outside her room. We caught glimpses of them changing, in bra and panties and even occasionally naked. Once we saw.