I started off with nothing to work with, only some donated food from the town which I decided to sell in my shop. Of course, that didn't make me any ...ucking money. "Stupid asshole, why the fuck did I buy this friggin place?"But marvelously, my friend told me a trick in order to get my shop up and running. Every Saturday, I would go with my friend inside a small truck to the North-Boat Docks where the U.S would be sending in shipments to India containing foods, medicine, etc. There were lots of. It was complicated, but I think what I really wanted was the eroticism and thrill without the idea of what it would inevitably become.As the thought of someone else inside me pervaded my mind, my fingers followed suit, sliding inside of me. I wished for something bigger than two fingers but was grateful to have something. Looking down at my crotch, I could see the stretchy fabric of my shorts stretch and shrink again as I fingered myself towards an impending climax. Jenn had started picking up. As she walks, her bare legs are exposed enticingly by the flapping, unbuttoned dress. As we step into the warm sunshine I ask her, "What are you doing here, anyway?" She says, "I got off work early and thought I'd come surprise you." "Well, you sure did. Best damn surprise I've had in a long time, too." She gets a gleam in her eye and says innocently, "I thought I'd go to the mall and do some lingerie shopping. Feel like coming along and helping?" Suddenly I'm speechless because I know where. Come here.I sashayed towards her and she grinned as she bent down and took thefrilly edge of my corselet."There darling, see, there are six little tabs where you can fix thesuspender straps." Her busy fingers made me even hornier as she fiddled with the little tabsnear my groin and butt. I fiddled self-consciously to adjust thediscomfort of my pee-pee and Aunty Janet smiled as she looked up andpressed her palm against the strong satiny support panel that compressedmy urgent pee-pee. She slid.