And I couldn't pass up the gold lame ballet flatswhich called my name from the shop window.I passed Prada and Yves St. Laurant, Dior, and Louis Voitto..., almostdrooling at their offerings. When I came to Chanel, I could not resist.Though my muumuu was surely not the dress most of their customers wore topurchase their goodies, I had to have an icon. I went immediately to thecosmetic counter. The Chanel lipstick tube with it's crossed "C" logo wassomething every well dressed woman had to have in. To think that I had been worried about Samantha giving us away by making too much noise. Every time the pressure on my cock from the girl's thighs was lessened, I could feel blood rushing to my dick. Pretty soon, I was nearing full and total hardness. I could feel the head of my dick rubbing against the material of Samantha's skirt."That's bad ass!" Samantha whispered."Yeah!" Her mother agreed. "That's one of my favorite attacks. It does a ton of damage!"I wasn't convinced that's what the girl. To be honest she though I had a thing for you. Why she felt compelled to accost you, I don’t really know or understand.”“Willow you don’t have to apologize. It was uncomfortable, but believe me I’ve had worse confrontations,” I said. “Maybe not with a young woman’s mother’s, but most of the ones that were worse someone wound up dead.”“I know that mom had to be weird,” Willow admitted.“Just a little strange,” I agreed.“I’m going to take a shower,” Willow said.I leaned back on the bed’s wall to. Johnny lived in a large detached house which had its own Tennis Court and gardens. His parents had separated and his father came to take Johnny away on a foreign holiday, so leaving me with Anna and her mother. Anna had been in an all girls school was not terribly attractive and slightly 'butch', but we got on well, even if she did beat me at tennis.After a few days, things had settled down to a routine of tennis, bike rides and shopping. In the evenings we watched television and read books..