She looked back over her shoulder and smiled her wicked little smile "Cool". She pulled up her shorts and ran up the stairs. 10 minutes later we wer... in the car, headed for the mall. She had changed clothes, wearing a short (i mean short short) jeans skirt with a very tight "wife beater" shirt, cropped just below the bottom of her boobs (no bra!) and sandals. Gwen wasn't very tall, about 5 ft nothing, not skinny or slender, she had a little bit of a round tummy between the top of her skirt. I was wet with sweat from the exertion, beads of perspiration running down my temple, soaking my pillow, and small rivulets forming a small pool in my belly button as little rivers were running down my feminine six-pack flat tummy from between my breasts, I looked as if I had been doused by a fine misting in a greenhouse, indeed I looked ready to be taken and fertilized, ripe and plump, like tomatoes on the vine, as I flopped with both arms thrown open, legs akimbo, everything exposed, that was. Female fingers brushed his cheek,bare arms, and neck. He quivered and turned this way and that, wishing hecould escape the examination. It wasn't easy, being a guy inside thatuniform, and being penned in by beautiful women. His body tried to respondbut the latex panties his Aunt had made him wear were very tight. Two ofthe women hooked their arms into his and walked him through the house. Oneof them complimented his perfume. He whispered his thanks. As they reachedthe others, Aunt. A bike courier today, a repairman next week, and God only knew what stranger she’d be chasing after the following week? Each opportunity would force her to justify her behaviour, and she might find ways of doing that: blaming their lack of sex, blaming the crazy heat. All the while pulling her farther away from Grant.She couldn’t let that happen. She had to do something about it. They’d both been ignoring the issue, skirting around it for weeks and weeks, hoping it would go away. Maybe now was.