Derrick moved behind Rita and lifted her shirt over her head. She gave it up without protest. She wore no bra beneath her shirt and Derrick rubbed her...breasts from behind as he kissed her neck and shoulders."I want to watch you fuck her," Rita said breathily. "She's ready. Slip it in her, Derrick. Let's take care of Cassie first. Then you can take care of me."Derrick wasn't sure if Rita was having second thoughts or simply playing out the scene. Either way he didn't mind a bit when Cassie. Hmmm, very convincing – weighty, but not too much so… and just the right size! “Perhaps I should open the top few buttons?” I mused, as I looked down on them. Pulling the knot of my school-tie away from my collar, I unbuttoned the top four buttons and eased my blouse open in a ‘V’ shape, to reveal my white lacy bra. “Mmmm, better!” I said quietly to myself, “Much better!” I’d only just finished moving my tie to one side of the open ‘V’ of my blouse and hitched up the hem of my skirt a bit,. Straight faced, too.“Well ... I’ll be moving along, then.” I said. “The next town might be more hospitable ... and need horses such as these ... with tack.”“Hold on there, youngster,” the liveryman said. “I might maybe could.”“I wouldn’t want to put you out,” I said, straight faced as I lied right back at him.Of course I wanted to put him out ... Chaos is like that ... yes it is. Every businessman is in the business of business ... buy low, sell high. Or ... sell to me, it’s junk ... sell to. Still it just wasn't enough. They moved from one run-down apartment to another, sometimes having to live in dirty back rooms of places where she worked. Although she usually kept him fed as well as she could, he had learned to scrounge for himself at an early age.The young man was not shocked when he came home one evening from a foray to the back door of a local bakery, hoping to salvage some of the unsold and stale products, only to find his mother in an alcoholic daze. He had found her like.