“Stop it,” I say, “ The driver will see.” “Too bad,” you grin, “I’m getting my own back.” You pull back my skirt and move up my leg,...squeezing my thigh through the sheer nylon of my stockings, then reach the top, sliding your fingers over the front of my panties and applying pressure. I try not to look too obvious because as the taxi starts and stops, passers-by can see into it. Your fingers move sideways, feeling for the side of my panties and pull them to one side then your index finger finds. She had a look that would kill on her face. "I'm going to ask you once, and once only if you have something to confess to me and your sister, and if you lie you won't get a second chance." My heart started to pound. I had no idea what was going on and didn't know what to say. I stood there not knowing what to do. "Well?" she yelled. I replied that I didn't know what she wanted. My mother then pulled out of her pocket a pair of panties that I instantly recognized as being my sisters. My. It was a good decision.Far from the ramblings of geeks and weirdos that I had originally expected, the discussions were thoughtful and very complex. Most of the members were very well read, citing Asimov of course, along with Bradbury and Heinlein. I knew their names, but had little knowledge of their work. If I could find the time, I would search out a couple of their books on the topic of time travel and see what they had to say. At the end of the session, I approached the moderator, one. We called the place "The Fuck Shack" and we figured any slit coming out there knew what she was getting into and was probably looking to have her holes stuffed anyway.Tonight, one of the guys had promised us some real nice fuck meat and when he finally pulled up we all piled out the door to see what he had brought. It was going to be a fun night we could tell right away, he had two sisters with him, about 15-16, the younger one a flaming red head and I know some of the guys had often wondered.