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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2007 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of January
2007)

Part 18

Chapter 52

Brenda wound up getting home around the same time as her husband that 
night after leaving the water park.  He met her at the door for a 
change and asked where she had been.

"Filming at the water park," she said as she dropped her duffel bag 
full of clothes onto the recliner near the front door.  In it were 
the clothes she had worn out that morning and the various changes of 
bathing suits she had worn throughout the day.  All she wore now was 
a bulky football style jersey (that's American football for you 
readers in the rest of the world -- the kind of jerseys that are 
over-sized to fit over shoulder pads and bulky muscles), a pair of 
tan pants with panties underneath and sandals.  "I'll be so glad to 
get in the shower and get this chlorine out of my hair."

"Well why don't you run upstairs and shower and I'll start dinner?"

Brenda gave her husband a peck on the lips and shuffled up the 
stairs.  She was pretty tired and a little achy from all the physical 
activity of the day.  She removed her shirt and tossed it carelessly 
onto the king size canopy bed which the studio had bought for her on 
the understanding she would use it on the show.  Sitting on the end 
of the mattress she unstrapped her sandals and slipped them off her 
tired feet and left them against the base of the bed.  She stood and 
unbuttoned her pants as she padded into the master bathroom.  There 
she pulled down the pants and her panties in one motion, leaning 
against the vanity with her hip while she lifted her legs out of the 
garments.  She then left them on the floor and bent over to turn on 
the water shower.

Brenda caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stood staring at 
the radiant pink hue of her skin.  Her hands came to her cheeks where 
she gently pressed her palms against her cheeks.  The slight sting 
she felt told her she was going to be miserable in clothes for the 
next few days.  Her shoulders were similarly sunburned as were the 
tops of her breasts and her upper back which had been uncovered and, 
foolishly on her part, not protected by sunblock all day.  The tops 
of her feet were also red.

Needless to say she was miserable about her appearance in the mirror.

Stepping into the shower, Brenda bent down and turned the handle more 
toward the cold setting and made an effort to be brief under the 
somewhat hard water which pelted her skin like pine needles.  She 
quickly washed her hair, rinsed and then massaged in a dollop of 
conditioner before moving on to very gently rubbing the bar of 
moisturizing soap over her skin.  Turning to face toward the shower 
head, Brenda put one hand against the wall, ducked her head to let 
the water flow down over the back of her head and used her free hand 
to rinse out her hair while it hung all around her face and blocked 
her view of anything not directly beneath her.

Jim emitted an exuberant wolf whistle from the doorway of the 
bathroom.  Brenda was surprised and though she knew they were alone 
had a sudden fear that someone other than her husband was in the room 
with her.  She stood bolt upright with her arms instinctively 
crossing over her chest.  Most of her wet hair was still hanging in 
her face.

"Oh, it's you," she said with a sigh of relief.

"Of course it's me.  Who else would it be?"

"I-- I don't know.  I just -- I didn't hear you come in."  Brenda 
resumed her position under the shower head and continued to rinse out 
her hair before rinsing off the rest of her body.

"Dinner is on; should be ready in about half an hour.  Remember that 
my cousin's kid is going to be here in a while.  You'd better get 
dressed."

"Mikey is coming over tonight?" Brenda asked sharply.

"Yeah.  Remember?  He's staying with us for a week while he's in town 
looking for a job."

"I didn't think that was tonight."  Brenda turned off the flow of 
water and reached for her favorite fluffy white towel on the rack 
beside the shower.  She touched it to her burnt skin and winced at 
the pain.

"You look a little red," Jim said coming to stand by her.  He touched 
her left shoulder and she took a step backward away from him.  
"Didn't you wear sunblock?"  Brenda shook her head.  "Well dry 
yourself off and I'll rub some aloe on you."  He left the room.

Brenda patted her body dry and then plugged in the hair dryer.  She 
stood shifting her weight from foot to foot, increasingly 
uncomfortable in her own skin, while she ran a pick through her hair 
with one hand and shook the loud blower with the other.  She saw Jim 
return a few minutes later with a thick, serrated leaf from an aloe 
plant from their back yard.  He cracked it open and touched the cold, 
slimy ends to each of her shoulders.  Brenda shivered and twisted her 
body but soon grew accustomed to it as Jim delicately spread the 
soothing gel over her burns.

"I hope you don't have a lot of plans for your show this week," Jim 
said.  "You're probably going to peel a bit."

"Oh god, tell me it's not that bad," Brenda said turning to look at 
herself from all angles in the mirror.

"It's not that bad," Jim said, stepping closer and taking hold of 
Brenda's slim waist with both hands.  He kissed her on the lips and 
then said, "You're still the sexiest woman on Earth.  Ooh, what did 
you eat today?"

"Uh, a hot dog."

Jim paused for a moment.  "Is that a euphemism?"

"What's that?"

"Never mind.  Get dressed and I'll go finish dinner."

Brenda looked at her reddened skin once more in the mirror.  "It's 
going to hurt to wear anything."

"Well you can't go naked.  Mikey will be here in a few minutes."

"Oh god, right."  Brenda pushed past her husband and went to the 
closet to find something light and loose to wear.

Jim went down to the kitchen to turn the store bought lasagna in the 
oven.  He also took a bottle of wine from their limited stock of 
special occasion wines.  As a general rule neither of them were 
drinkers but they did enjoy a glass of wine or champaign now and 
then.  When he turned and saw what Brenda was wearing he nearly 
dropped the bottle.

Standing in the doorway of the kitchen and despite her sunburned 
complexion, Brenda Young looked stunning in a sheer black, strapless 
baby doll.  It had pink ribbon bows covering the breasts area but was 
otherwise see through.  She wore a pair of black bikini panties which 
were quite visible through the lower part of the dress.  "You're not 
wearing that."

"It's all I could find.  My shoulders hurt too much to wear a shirt 
or anything with straps."

"But you're not wearing that," he insisted.

Brenda sauntered into the kitchen and put her arms around Jim's neck.  
She pecked him on the cheek.  "It's either this or nothing.  I 
thought you might prefer me in this."

"I love you in that!" Jim exclaimed as Brenda pulled away.

"Then there's no problem," Brenda said as she reached into the 
cupboard for dinner plates.  Jim noted the panties she wore, while 
fully covering her pubic mound, came about as close as possible to 
butt floss in back.  When she turned around with plates in hand she 
noted his expression and the line of his sight.

"Baby, I know it's a bit revealing, but it's really the only thing I 
can wear comfortably right now."

"And normally I wouldn't mind sitting down to dinner with you wearing 
that," Jim said.  "But Mikey is going to be here in a couple of 
minutes.  That's a little too sexy for a polite family dinner."

"Well he's not my cousin.  Oh wait, he's your cousin's son.  What 
does that make him to you?"

"I don't know; second cousin I guess."

"Okay then, he's not my second cousin.  Besides, I thought you liked 
watching me flirt with other guys."

"Brenda, please don't.  I'm asking you to behave around him."

"Fine.  I'll go throw on something else."  Brenda set the plates on 
the table and shuffled out of the dining room toward the staircase.  
Jim laid the plates out in front of the chairs and set out wine 
glasses and silverware.  He was scooping ice cubes from the freezer 
into a bucket for the wine when the doorbell rang.  Jim heard Brenda 
call that she would get it and continued with his dinner 
preparations.

"I got a little sunburned today," Brenda said as she and the young 
man known as Mikey came into the dining room.  "There wasn't much I 
could put on and be comfortable."

Jim set down the bucket of ice on an empty area of the table and 
looked up to see his wife now wearing a long, thin white nightgown 
with ruffles and ties up the bodice and long, loose sleeves.  "Mikey, 
how was your trip?" He asked.

Mikey, a stocky young man with neatly combed and sprayed dark brown 
hair and slightly Asian look to his face extended his right hand.  
"It was good, thanks.  It's good to see you again.  I think the last 
time we met was like ten years ago."

"At your dad's funeral," Jim stated solemnly.  "I hope things have 
been going okay for you."

"Yeah.  I finished my bachelors over the summer and now I'm here 
trying to get a good job.  Things have been pretty good, I guess.  
And hey, thank you for letting me stay over for a couple of days."

"Well your mom insisted," Jim said with a laugh.  Mikey's mother, the 
only daughter of Jim's father's brother, had always been one of Jim's 
closest family members when they were growing up.  She was like an 
older sister to him and had always looked after him when he'd get 
hurt.  She'd had Mikey when she was eighteen and fresh out of high 
school.  Then she'd married and moved out of the state.  Jim had only 
met Mikey once when he was born and then again that time when Mikey's 
father (where he got his Asian side) had died.

The kid was a man now, twenty-one years old and out trying to make it 
on his own.  Not like those punk neighborhood kids who frequently 
called on his wife for scenes in her sex show.  Despite his stocky 
build he was a fairly good looking guy, Jim figured; dark eyes 
gleaming and face beaming with youthful optimism.  He was neatly 
dressed and clean shaven; just the kind of person an employer wants 
to see come in for an interview.

While the wine chilled and the lasagna finished cooking, the trio 
moved into the living room where Mikey had dropped a duffel bag and a 
suitcase.  They chatted about his five hour road trip and the job he 
was in town to get with an architectural drafting firm.  When the 
kitchen timer beeped they relocated to the dining room and enjoyed a 
hearty meal during which Jim noted, in silence so as not to draw any 
more attention to her, that Brenda frequently put her hand into the 
open neck of her nightgown and lifted the material away from her 
shoulders while complaining of how the fabric rubbed her skin.

After dinner Jim rinsed off the dishes and put them in the automatic 
dishwasher while Brenda showed Mikey to his room upstairs and across 
the hall from their own.  You couldn't see directly from one room 
into the other but they were close enough that Jim knew if Brenda 
wanted to screw at any time during the week their guest would easily 
hear them.  He supposed it was good that she was a little sunburned; 
it would reduce the chances of her wanting sex for a few days at 
least.

Later that night as Brenda tossed and turned in bed trying to find a 
spot where none of her damaged skin was touching the sheets she asked 
Jim his feelings about her show.  "Wyn things you might be getting 
off just on seeing me naked and doing stuff, not because I'm doing it 
with other guys.  But you always screw me the best when I'm on screen 
sucking on a guy's dick.  What is it you really like to see me do?"

"Uh, jeez.  Is this a trick question?"

"No.  I really want to know.  I don't want to do anything in my show 
that you won't like.  I actually thought the first time they told me 
to give another guy head that you'd be mad and insist that I stop 
doing the show.  But we've had the best sex of our lives ever since I 
started this.  I want to know what you like about it and I want to 
know how far you want to see me go."

"Sweetie, are you asking for my approval for something?" Jim asked, 
turning on his side and propping himself up on one elbow.

"I'm just asking what turns you on.  I want to be with you but you've 
never asked to be on my show and the couple of times I've dragged you 
into it it seems like you try to not be seen on the video.  Are you 
ashamed of what I do?"

"No, not at all.  I like watching you, you know, strut your stuff.  
You're a damn sexy woman and I love you.  Can we leave it at that?"

"No, because I really want to know how far is too far.  You've seen 
me do things that would probably end most marriages.  Am I just 
really lucky to have you as my husband?"

"Well yeah," Jim chuckled, putting an arm around his wife's waist and 
kissing her.  "You're damn lucky.  I'm damn lucky, too."

"Then what is it that turns you on about watching me with other 
guys?"

Jim was silent in the darkened room for a long while.  He tried to 
put his deepest feelings and urges into words but didn't know where 
to start.  At last he said, "Let's just say I need to keep my 
business life and my personal life separate.  I'm trying to get a 
promotion at work and I don't want to risk it if someone sees me on 
your show."

"You're up for a promotion?" Brenda cheered.

"Maybe.  No one's formally said it yet but my boss is getting ready 
to retire and there's no one in the company who knows the job as well 
as I do.  If word got out at the office that I was working in porn I 
might lose my job."

"Hey now, porn makes it sound so dirty.  I enjoy what I do... as long 
as you enjoy watching me do it."

"Kind of," Jim answered with uncertainty.  "I'd rather be your only 
man but, damn I really don't know what it is.  When I first saw you 
working that teen down the street it was so unbelievably hot.  It's 
hot to think that guys everywhere are getting off watching my wife."

"Do you imagine yourself in the scenes with me when we're watching 
the show on TV?"

"Hell yes!  I'm sure not thinking about the guys in the scenes."

"Would you want to see me actually fuck a guy?"

"I don't think so-- well, I mean I would rather know for sure if you 
did do it than to not know it if you did.  As long as they keep it 
above the waist I don't mind, as long as it's what you want.  If 
they're forcing you into any of this, though, then I want to know 
about that.  They're not forcing you, are they?"

Brenda replied quite honestly, "No.  The guys at the studio have been 
nothing but gentlemen with me.  But this isn't about me, it's about 
you.  Why does this have to be so hard?"

"Because I feel like there's not going to be any right answer," Jim 
contended.  "If I say 'yes, go and have sex with another guy' I'm 
telling you that I don't love you anymore.  But I have this feeling 
that you're asking me for permission because you want to or maybe 
because the studio wants you to.  The only answer I can give you is 
to do what you think is appropriate for our marriage.  If you decide 
to have sex with another guy, I'd ask that you make sure he wears a 
condom.  If you don't, then I'm just as happy as I am right now with 
what you're doing.  And yes, I would prefer that it was me on screen 
with you but since I can't risk my job doing that I can at least 
fantasize that it's me when we're watching it in bed."

Jim lay back down and pulled the covers up to his chin and tried to 
go to sleep.


Chapter 53

Before leaving the studio on Thursday for her third and final hour of 
housecleaning for Ryan Albright, Brenda was pulled aside by her 
producer Thomas Hardcastle.

"I just want to remind you that your quarterly evaluation with Mr. 
Griffith comes up this week and I've heard rumblings that he doesn't 
think you've done enough, you know, big stuff."

"Haven't done enough big stuff?" Brenda said with an exasperated 
scowl.  "I got screwed in the mall parking lot by a stranger and he 
thinks I haven't done enough big stuff?"

Thomas did a classic double take.  "Excuse me, when was this?  I must 
have missed that tape when it came in for review."

Brenda's exasperation quickly turned to surprise and shame.  "W-well, 
n-nearly did," she stammered, trying to save her dignity.  "It 
doesn't matter," she continued with a wave of her hands.  "I've given 
blow jobs to delivery men in my own bedroom.  I've swallowed--" she 
looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper "I've swallowed 
cum."

Thomas leaned in closer and also whispered, "You don't have to 
whisper.  Everyone here knows what you've done.  We've all been there 
and seen it.  It's Mr. Griffith who seems to think it's not enough.  
And he's the one signing your paycheck.  Just something to keep in 
mind during your shoot today."

That left Brenda in a bit of a huffy mood during the drive over to 
Ryan's house and took her mind off the sting of her clothes on the 
new skin where she had been sunburned earlier in the week.

She expected to see Ryan's friends' cars parked in front as they had 
been on her two prior visits, but they were nowhere to be seen.  
"School must be out by now," Roger said checking his wristwatch.  It 
was late enough in the day for high school seniors like Ryan to be 
home but early enough that most parents in the neighborhood were not.  
It was the safest time for Brenda to be doing what she was doing.

"Yeah, and that's his car in the garage around back," Brenda said, 
pointing to the open garage door at the far end of the driveway.  
"He's home.  Maybe they all came over in one car today."

Brenda was wearing a very unflattering gray hotel maid's uniform 
dress with equally dull gray shoes.  The hem of the dress was below 
her knees, but she felt good (and dirty) about the fact that she had 
nothing at all on underneath.  Not that it would matter, she would be 
completely naked soon enough.

Walking to the front door Brenda complained to Roger, "Do you know 
what Thomas told me just before we left?  He told me I haven't been 
doing enough sex in the show.  My god, it's all about sex.  Oral sex, 
hand jobs, titty fucking.  It's all sex."

Roger silently groaned at the torture Brenda was putting him through, 
making him think about her in all those positions while he had to 
just stand idly by and film, pretending he wasn't really there.

"Can you believe that?!"

Roger shrugged.  "Maybe you can do something about it here today."

"Yeah, that little twerp wishes-- hi!" she said with a sudden smile 
as the door opened and Ryan appeared in the doorway.

"Make good use of her," Roger said, "this is her last day in your 
service."  Brenda shot Roger a glance of evil.

As the door swung shut, Ryan rubbed his hands together and said, 
"Well first things first, we're alone today.  Well, you me and the 
camera guy.  Hey dude," he said turning and giving a slight wave to 
Roger behind him.

"Hi I'm Roger," said Roger with a smile and extended right hand.

"I think what we need to do first is get you undressed," Ryan 
continued.  "Go ahead and drop those anywhere.  Actually, here's a 
better idea.  Take them off and go put them in the laundry with my 
clothes."

"Fair enough," Brenda said after a moment.  She knew from her first 
time doing this that she'd have her clothes out of the dryer just in 
time to leave and she was going to be naked the whole time she was 
there anyway, so why not?

The dress came apart quite easily; untie the waist belt and undo a 
few buttons running down the one side of the front and the folded 
gray flaps of the dress came apart like sheets of paper caught in the 
breeze of an electric fan.  It slid right off and fell in a bunch on 
the floor.

"But leave the shoes on," Ryan said.  "They make the rest of you look 
that much more gorgeous."  He winked at her.  "Now add my clothes to 
the pile."

Brenda started for the bathroom and the laundry hamper but Ryan 
called out to her by name.  "No Brenda, there's nothing in there.  I 
meant these."  She turned and saw he was motioning up and down the 
length of the body.  When Brenda did not respond after a few seconds, 
he said, "Undress me."

"Like a little baby?" Brenda cooed, clasping her hands together 
beside her face.

"No, like a man whose clothes you're taking off so you can get him 
naked."

Brenda stood with her hands on her bare hips.  "Either the whole shy, 
innocent guy thing was an act or you've grown some serious balls in 
the last week."

"Maybe it was a bit of an act for my friends.  But now that we're 
alone..." he turned to Roger and waved then turned back to Brenda and 
finished, "I can be more of what you want me to be."

"The important thing is to just be yourself," she told him as she 
began to pull his dark blue and white t-shirt up over his slim trunk.

"Yeah right," he replied with a snort.  "No shy, nice guy has ever 
gotten laid by being himself."

"That's just not true!" Brenda objected, stopping with Ryan's shirt 
halfway up his raised arms and his head still concealed under the 
fabric.

"Uh huh.  How many quiet, nice guys have you ever slept with?"

Brenda began to turn pink.  "That's really none of your business."

"I'll bet the answer is none."

"I'm not answering you," Brenda said with a shake of her head.  She 
unbuttoned and then unzipped Ryan's khaki trousers.  She bent on her 
knee and pulled them to his ankles, then realized he was still 
wearing his lace-up sneakers.  "Do I have to do this for you, too?"

"Everything."

Brenda sighed and began to untie the right sneaker.  It was bright 
red with white trim and a thick, white rubber sole.  She took hold of 
his calf and lifted his foot out of the shoe, then turned her 
attention to its counterpart on his right foot.  The lace was already 
undone and just basically hanging together for lack of anyone pulling 
it, so it came off quite easily.  She stayed down in that position 
and lifted his legs one at a time out of his khakis and then peeled 
off his white crew socks.

Straightening up but still down on both knees, Brenda took hold of 
the young man's white cotton briefs with both her hands at his sides.  
Her face was only inches from his semi-erect penis as she pulled down 
his underwear.

"Show me how far a nice guy gets by being himself," Ryan said as he 
stood naked before her, his penis stretching and reaching toward the 
ceiling little by little.  "My bed's all made up, let's go make it a 
mess."

"Thanks, but not today," Brenda said, rising to her feet with all of 
his clothes and her own bundled in her arms.

"Exactly.  Nice guys don't get anywhere with women."

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm married.  Happily.  I'm sure 
there are plenty of women your own age who'd love to go out with 
you."

Ryan led her to the back door where she could go out to the garage to 
wash the clothes.  He let the door shut and lock itself and both men 
watched out the back windows of the house until Brenda emerged from 
the darkness of the garage to come back inside.  She took her time 
getting there but was unable to open the door.

"Sorry, this door locks itself, remember?  You'll have to come in 
through the front.  It's open."

"You could just open it for her," Roger chuckled as the men made 
their way through the house to the front door.

"I could, but that would take all the fun out of it."

Brenda arrived at the unlocked front door crouched down low with both 
arms crossed over her body and hands clutching opposite shoulders.  
Once the door was closed she resumed a normal standing position.

"Well it seems to me a maid should clean the bathroom," Ryan 
suggested after taking in Brenda's beauty for a moment.  If this was 
the last time to have her naked in his home he was going to enjoy 
every moment of the view.  "Cleaning supplies are under the kitchen 
sink.  I want you to clean my bathroom sink and john."

Brenda sighed.  "I was hoping you'd want to do something more 
interesting."

"Unless you're willing to roll around with me on my bed, I'm afraid 
I'm out of interesting ideas today.  Heck, I used up all my ideas 
telling my buddies that you were only here for the two days and not 
three.  Man they're gonna be hella pissed when they find out you came 
here again."

Brenda went to the kitchen with Roger and his camera following a few 
feet behind.  She bent at the waist, giving an unobstructed view of 
her firm ass and a little glimpse of pussy lips between her thighs.  
Rummaging around in the cabinet below the sink she eventually found 
what she was looking for and stood up, turned halfway toward the 
camera to give a view of her breasts and stood reading the label on 
the bright blue bottle of toilet bowl cleaner.

As she read, she turned slowly from side to side to show off first 
one and then the other of her magnificent breasts and brown furry 
pussy, shapely body and thighs and of course we mustn't forget her 
beautiful face.

"Let me help you with that," Ryan said, coming to stand right 
alongside her and cupping a breast and reading over her shoulder.  
"You squirt a little around the whole bowl and use scrub with a 
toilet brush, wait ten minutes and flush.  It's really very easy."

"Oh!" Brenda said, putting the tip of her index finger to her chin, 
"Is that what this means?"  She wasn't sure if her sarcastic 
stupidity got through but she made no attempt to remove Ryan's left 
hand from her breast nor his right which had just landed on her butt.

She let him feel her up for another couple of seconds before pulling 
away and sauntering out through the dining room and down the hallway 
to the bathroom.  The camera followed and Ryan was close behind.

Brenda again stood with her legs straight, bent at the waist, and 
lifted the toilet seat.  She uncapped the chlorine based cleaner and 
gave a good couple of squeezes all around under the lip of the bowl.  
Capping the bottle, she retrieved the plastic-handled brush from 
behind the toilet and began to scrub around and around until she felt 
her forearm was ready to fall off.  She dunked it in the water a few 
times to rinse it off and placed it back in its concealed holder.

"And the sink?" Brenda asked, turning to face both men and the 
camera.

"Yes.  I think there's cleanser under the sink."

Brenda was still facing them so saw no use in bending at the waist 
this time.  She knelt and pulled open the cabinet under the bathroom 
sink.  She found lots of things there but no cleanser.

"Sorry, I meant the kitchen sink again," Ryan said.

Brenda rose and silently moved out into the hall, Roger walking 
backward before her, and made her way into the kitchen.  There she 
took both a nearly empty can of cleanser, a rough sponge and a pair 
of yellow latex gloves.  Returning to the bathroom she wet the sponge 
and sloshed some water around in the sink before shaking out an 
unhealthily healthy amount of the stuff.  She then began to scrub 
around the sink bowl and occasionally swept down across the bottom 
and back up the opposite side.  When she was done with that, she 
switched the sponge into her other hand and began to scrub the flat 
counter top around the sink.

"Whew!  Can I take a quick breather?" she said, running her forearm 
across her sweaty brow.

"The sink isn't finished," Ryan noted as more a statement of vague 
surprise than a directive to continue.  Brenda nevertheless turned 
the water on, thoroughly rinsed out the sponge and began the process 
of sloshing water around both inside and outside the sink to send all 
the cleanser down the drain.  She finally twisted the sponge in both 
hands to wring it out then left the bathroom to return the items to 
their place under the kitchen sink.

"We have a few minutes until I can finish the toilet.  What shall I 
do now?"

"Why don't you take out the trash?" Ryan suggested after a moment's 
contemplation.  "There's a can over there," he said pointing to a 
tall kitchen trash can near the back door, "and there's one in each 
of the bathrooms."

Roger chimed in suddenly with, "should she take them out one at a 
time?"

Brenda's eyes widened and her jaw dropped.  She stared at her 
normally quiet cameraman.

"Yeah!  Yeah that's a great idea, dude."

Brenda knew that trash was picked up on their street on Wednesdays, 
so the Albright's cans would be empty now.  What's more, she was 
pretty sure she had not seen them out on the street which meant they 
had already been pulled around to the back of the house.

"Fine," she said with her chin held high.  "I'll do it.  Be thinking 
of what else you want me to do.  We still have a lot of time to 
kill."  She strode across the kitchen, pulled the lid off the trash 
can and hefted out the dark brown plastic bag.  It was the type with 
built-in strap handles so it was easy to tie up and lug to the back 
door.  She turned the handle and swung the door open, hefted the bag 
over one shoulder and sort of side-stepped her way out onto the back 
driveway.

After a moment's scanning Brenda saw the trash cans in a row beside 
the garage.  She moved in that direction and heard the back door to 
the house slam shut.  The difference between before and now was that 
Roger had come out with her, camcorder over his shoulder, and was 
getting views of how exposed the back yard was from the neighboring 
properties.  It was much more open than the Young's own back yard 
with its jungle-like atmosphere.  The Albrights did not have a 
swimming pool so presumably not as much need for back yard privacy.

Brenda lifted the lid of one trash can and swung the sack into it.  
It landed inside with a thud and a rustling of tin cans.

"How are you feeling about all this right now?" Roger asked as they 
walked up the driveway toward the street.

"I'm kind of wishing I hadn't taken this cop-out."  Lowering her 
voice she admitted, "Letting him screw me for a few minutes would 
have been easier and less embarrassing."

"Is it worse that you're doing this for a high school kid or that 
he's one of your neighbors?"

"Definitely the neighbor thing.  I mean, anyone could be home or come 
home and see me like this.  What would they think?  They'd think I'm 
a slut."

They found the front door still unlocked and let themselves in.  Ryan 
had gotten a can of soda from the refrigerator and stood in the 
inside kitchen doorway sipping it as they entered.

Brenda made her way to the master bathroom in Ryan's parents' room, 
found the small trash can there by the bed and took the bag on a trip 
through the house and out the back door.  This time Roger did not 
follow along.

Brenda returned through the front door a minute or two later, holding 
her arms over her chest.  She then made her way into Ryan's bathroom 
where she took out his trash bag and made a final nude trip out back 
and around the house.

"Most excellent," Ryan commented, looking his gorgeous neighbor up 
and down and noting how the thin layer of sweat she'd built up made 
her body glow with intense sexuality.  "Go ahead and finish with the 
toilet and then take a quick bath to clean yourself up."

"By myself, right?" Brenda asked and was immediately sorry she had.  
Intended as a way to confirm her own wishes, she knew she had 
inadvertently given the young man an idea.

"No, actually just like that time I gave you a shower, I'll give you 
a bath."

Brenda groaned.  She made her way slowly into the bathroom and 
finished up with rinsing out the toilet, then washed her hands in the 
sink with a squirt of liquid soap.

"Get the water the way you like it," Ryan said from the doorway.  He, 
too, was still  nude and he had not lost his erection the entire time 
Brenda had been there.

Brenda knelt on one knee beside the tub, put the stopper in the drain 
and ran the hot and cold until the water was nice and warm.  She 
turned her head to look at Ryan for directions he might give.  He 
just motioned for her to get in, so she did.

Easing down into the water, Brenda wondered what the guys had in mind 
for her.  What had they planned out together while she was outside 
with the trash?

"Just lie back and relax," Ryan said softly as he got down on both 
knees beside the tub.  Roger stood over him but to the side to get a 
better look up and down Brenda's body.  As she closed her eyes and 
lay back, the water in the tub came up only to around her navel.  
This had the effect of slightly blurring and distorting her furry 
little pussy but leaving her natural C cup breasts exposed to the 
air.

Ryan began Brenda's bath by scooping water into his cupped hands and 
dropping it over her head to wet her hair.  He noted her makeup 
seemed to be water resistant as it didn't seem to run at all with the 
first few splashes of water.  He ran his hands through her wavy brown 
hair for a moment before lowering them to her neck and shoulders 
which he rubbed gently in circles.

"Mm, that feels nice, Ryan," Brenda cooed.  "You're getting better at 
this."

After a couple of minutes massaging her neck and shoulders, Ryan 
reached across the tub for the bar of soap in its holder on the back 
wall.  He deliberately let it slip through his fingers right down 
between Brenda's legs and immediately dove after it with one hand.

As Brenda felt Ryan's fingers make contact with her pussy lips, she 
opened her eyes and began to sit up straight, but his free hand 
landed on the middle of her chest and held her back.

"Just relax.  I'll just be a second," he said.  "Got to... get 
this... soap."

Ryan had jacked off repeatedly to his tivo'd copy of Brenda's show 
where she pushed a bar of soap into her pussy, squatted and let it 
slip out onto the floor of the shower.  He now made it his purpose in 
life to recreate that scene in his own bathtub.  Once he got the wet 
and slippery bar in his hand, he pushed it up to the entrance to her 
womanhood and launched it out between his fingers.  It met resistance 
as she wasn't exactly spreading her labia in preparation, but after 
several attempts to maneuver the bar the right way he got it through 
the outer barrier.

"My god Ryan, what are you doing?!" Brenda wailed.

"Easy.  Hey, easy.  Just relax.  I just want to see you push it out 
without using your hands.  Push it out with your inside muscles."

"Move your hand away and I will, but only once, okay?"

Ryan nodded and sat back on his heels, placing both hands on the side 
of the tub.  Brenda squirmed around a bit and spread her legs wide 
enough, then squirmed some more.  She clenched and released her 
muscles as best she could.  Ryan watched her face contort in sync 
with her belly and a few seconds later there was a knock on the end 
of the tub as the slick bar of soap, launched with intensity so 
strong it stunned even Brenda, was expelled from her pussy and 
collided with the flat end of the tub.

"Holy crap that was awesome!" Ryan exclaimed, rising to his feet and 
staring between Brenda's legs.  "That was fucking awesome!"

"Years of practice," Brenda lied nonchalantly, hoping to deflate this 
situation before it humiliated her any more.  "I think I'm done 
here."  She rose out of the water, her body shimmering under the 
incandescent light over the sink.  "Be a dear and hand me a towel," 
she said.

Ryan let out a long, low whistle.  "You sure are fine, Brenda."

Brenda thought about how not so long ago he'd been calling her Mrs. 
Young.  How things changed.  Kids grow up so fast these days.

Ryan retrieved a fluffy green towel from the wire rack beside the 
tub.  "Step out and I'll dry you off," he ordered.  Brenda did as 
instructed, making the bathroom rug immediately wet as she dripped 
over it.  Ryan wasted no time in bundling the towel between both 
hands and rubbing her down from back to front and top to bottom.  He 
lingered on her magnificent mammaries, raising them and making sure 
to dab away any water clinging underneath where they hung heavily 
against her chest.

"My god I need to blow my load," Ryan mumbled.

"Why don't you?  I'll go out and put the laundry in the dryer, you 
stay here and play with yourself."  Brenda brushed past him and made 
her way quickly to the back door.

"You've got to convince her to let me fuck her," Ryan said to Roger 
when Brenda had gone.  "Or at least fuck her tits.  Man I'd love to 
fuck her tits."

"I'm just the cameraman.  You're on your own for that."

Brenda returned through the front door a few minutes later, hunched 
down with both arms across her chest again.

"I guess if you're not going to have sex with me you can at least 
clean my dick with your mouth," Ryan said.  His balls were aching 
from the torture of pent-up sexual frustration and his cock was sore 
from the constant flow of blood from his arousal.  He needed release 
more than he needed to use or humiliate Brenda.

"Is that really what you want?" she replied.

"Yes!" he hissed through clenched teeth as he struggled to avoid a 
complete mental collapse.

Brenda shrugged and got on her knees on the carpeted floor before 
Ryan.  She tenderly laid a hand on each of his hips and lowered her 
open mouth over his pulsing penis.  She was just able to stand taking 
him all the way in and closed her wet lips around his shaft at the 
very base.  Her tongue involuntarily swirled around and under the 
stiff prick in her mouth.  Its heat turned her on.  Its thickness 
filled her mouth and its length brought her just to the brink of 
gagging which made her even more excited.  Then in a sudden eruption 
of super-heated semen coating the back of her throat it was over.

"Oh sweet mother of god!" Ryan screamed as his balls emptied and his 
cock spewed his seed fast and hard into his sexy neighbor's mouth.

She wasn't able to keep it all in and running streams of the stuff 
ran down her chin and dripped on the carpet between her knees.  
Brenda finally  managed to pull herself away from Ryan's quickly 
shriveling penis and coughed as she tried to swallow what she had.

Ryan was down on his hands and knees howling about how unfair it was; 
about how he'd only just started and now was done.  Brenda reached 
out a hesitant hand and patted him on the back.  Then she helped him 
to his feet and down the hall to wash up in the bathtub.  Afterward 
he went straight to his room and got dressed.  When he returned to 
the living room, he noted the wet spot on the carpet and immediately 
scolded Brenda for making a mess.

"You'd better clean that up before my parents get home," he warned.

"What do you have to get out stains?" Brenda asked, heading for the 
kitchen.  She rummaged under the sink and came up with a bottle of 
some off brand cleaner promising "the power of oxygen!"  She shook 
some of the powder out onto a sponge, dampened it under the sink for 
a couple of seconds and hurried to the living room with one hand held 
out below the sponge to catch any drips.

Down on her knees and still completely bare, Brenda scrubbed at the 
cum stain.  As she scrubbed her boobs hanging free gyrated with the 
rhythm.  Once she had the spot twice as wet as before she stopped.  
"That ought to take care of it.  Once this dries you won't notice a 
thing."

"Then I guess it's time for my snack," Ryan announced.  He sat at one 
of the chairs of the dining room table.  "Bring me a pudding cup from 
the fridge," he ordered, not looking at her.

Brenda went to the kitchen and found a chocolate pudding cup in the 
door of the refrigerator.  She then found a spoon in one of the 
drawers near the sink and brought both items to Ryan.

"No no, I don't need a spoon.  I'm going to lick it off your tits," 
he said.  "It's the least you can do after making me blow my load so 
soon."

"I can't help it if you have a low tolerance for great blow jobs," 
Brenda shrugged.  She'd already sucked and swallowed; spreading a 
little pudding on her nipples and letting him suck and lick them 
clean was hardly worse than that.

Brenda spread out a napkin on the table top, stretched one slender 
leg across Ryan's lap until she was straddling him and then sat on 
the napkin.  She scooted back a bit and put her feet up on his thighs 
so she could bend forward enough to get her breasts right in his 
face.  She pulled the foil lid off the plastic cup of pudding and 
stuck one finger in.

Scooping out a small amount of the chocolate pudding, Brenda, wagged 
her finger in front of the youth's face.  Ryan wrapped his lips 
around her finger much as she had done earlier to his cock.  He 
sucked her finger clean as she pulled it slowly out of his mouth.  
She scooped another load of pudding now with two fingers tightly held 
together and smeared it around her left nipple.  Ryan bent forward 
with his mouth wide open and locked on to her breast like a suction 
cup.  He flicked his tongue roughly over her nipple several times, 
causing Brenda untold anguish because by now she also desperately 
needed to cum, and slowly closed his lips together around her hard, 
erect nipple as he sucked down the pudding.

Brenda scooped and smeared another glop of pudding onto her right 
nipple.  Ryan turned his head sideways to lip lock with her breast at 
a roughly ninety degree angle.  Again he licked roughly until he felt 
her nipple stiffen and then sucked in while bringing his lips 
together around her hard nub, which he sucked on for another few 
seconds.

No one heard the front door swing open until the man standing in the 
doorway, too stunned to stop it, let it slam against the wall.

Ryan turned and looked to the door, then up at Brenda.  "Oh shit, my 
dad!"  He propelled himself backward, trying to push out his chair 
and stand up but accomplishing neither.  He stumbled and fell 
forward, grabbing hold of Brenda's waist with both hands and dragging 
her down on top of the dining room table with his face planted 
between her large breasts.  As she tried to balance herself, Brenda 
inadvertently wrapped her legs around Ryan's body for support and 
then lost her breath as her back hit the hard table top.

"What the hell is going on?" the man shouted, still standing 
dumbstruck in the doorway.

Roger was just as stunned as the rest of them and found himself still 
filming the now vacant position where Brenda's chest had previously 
been.  He swung the camera around to show the man in the doorway and 
then back to show Ryan and Brenda groping each other as they 
struggled to right themselves on the table.

"Who the hell are you?  What are you doing with my son?"  The man 
stormed into the dining room, took Ryan by the back of the neck and 
pulled him away from the table.  The youth stumbled and collapsed in 
a dazed and delirious heap on the floor.

Lying on her back on the hard surface of the table, Brenda found it 
difficult to get upright and she really didn't want to roll over and 
fall to the floor or, worse, fall onto the chairs which might break 
and would at the least tip over, causing her to still fall to the 
floor only with more injuries.  She lay with all her splendors on 
display and her arms waving madly trying to find some purchase to 
help her up.

"Wait, I've seen you before.  You're the woman from down the street.  
What are you doing in my house?  Naked?  With my son?  And you?  
What's with the camera?  What the hell are you doing here?"

"Dad, I can explain," Ryan began as he got to his feet.

"I'm not asking you," the man scolded.  "Hell, I'm glad you got a 
woman naked.  You're finally becoming a man."  Turning back to Roger 
he said, "But you two -- I don't know what your sick little game is.  
Why are you filming?"

"It's for a TV show," Roger tried to explain.

"Oh yeah?  What station?  I'll be talking to my lawyer about this.  
I'll be taking your station manager to court.  Coming into my home 
when I'm not home, filming some weird porno scene with my son.  For 
god's sake, he's still in high school.  He's way too young for you.  
And your husband will hear of this.  As soon as he gets home I'm 
going to tell him you've been over here screwing my kid.  Corrupting 
a minor is what this is.  If his grades drop because of all the time 
you've been spending with him and he doesn't get into college, I'm 
going to sue you, too."

"Now now Mr. Albright, let's everyone cool off for a minute," Roger 
said.

"How do you know my name?"

"It's the same as mine," Ryan put in helpfully.

"Mr. Albright, look at the facts here.  You came in in the middle of 
something which was already happening.  You didn't actually see what 
was happening, did you?  You're bound to be confused and assume the 
worst even if that's not what happened.  Now, your son is eighteen.  
He's not a minor.  And besides," Roger motioned toward Brenda who had 
finally managed to turn over and scoot off the edge of the table, 
"wouldn't you like to see those titties shake?"

Brenda took the cue and placed her hands behind her head.  She shook 
her chest a few times to make her breasts sway enticingly, then she 
shook them harder to make them bounce a little more obscenely.

Ryan's father stared at the spectacle in silence.

"And Mr. Albright, wouldn't you like to fondle them?  I mean, if your 
son got to fondle them, then you should too, right?"

Brenda shot Roger an uneasy glance but he didn't see it because his 
camcorder was still perched over his shoulder.

"Did you touch those?" the man said turning to Ryan.  The young man 
nodded and all eyes turned back to Brenda's rack.  "I-- I guess I 
should know first hand what my son has been doing.  I can't really 
punish him without knowing what I'm punishing him for, right?"

Brenda swallowed that familiar lump rising in her throat but kept her 
hands behind her head.  She arched her back slightly to more 
prominently present her breasts to the man.  Mr. Albright reached out 
with shaking hands.  "If my wife ever finds out about this she'll 
kill me," he said quietly, forgetting about the camera recording his 
actions.  He stood for a moment like a zombie in a low budget movie, 
arms outstretched and fingers bent like claws.  Then he took a step 
forward and pressed his palms over Brenda's erect nipples and 
squeezed her ample breast flesh between his fingers.

"Now that you've sampled the goods, there's really no need for legal 
threats, is there Mr. Albright?" Roger asked.  But the man of the 
house was too busy groping Brenda's breasts to pay any further 
attention.


Chapter 54

Wynona Hoover dropped by the Young residence on Thursday afternoon.  
A strange car was parked out front, one which she didn't recognize as 
being anyone from the studio.  She was even more surprised when a man 
about her own age greeted her at the door.

"Um, hi.  Is Brenda home?"

"No.  She's not in right now.  She should be back soon."

"Okay, well... who are you?"

"You first," the man countered.

"My name's Wynona.  I kind of work with Brenda."

"Okay.  Well she went to the store or something.  She'll be back 
soon.  Do you want to come in and wait?"

Just then Brenda's car horn beeped from the street.  Wynona turned, 
recognized her and waved.  Brenda pulled her car up the driveway and 
into the garage.  Wynona trotted over to meet her.

When Brenda was out of her car Wynona asked quietly, "Hey, who's the 
cute guy?"

"Mikey?  He's Jim's second cousin."

"Second cousin?" Wynona questioned with a puzzled expression almost 
like a scowl.

Brenda explained, "He's Jim's cousin's son."

"He's kinda cute.  Does he have a girlfriend?"

"Wynona!" Brenda exclaimed in a little more than a whisper.

"What?  He's no relation to me.  There's no harm in looking," Wynona 
said with a grin.  "Or letting him look.  Has he seen you naked?"

"He's like my nephew!"

"No.  No he isn't.  He's nothing to you.  He's not your cousin or 
even your second cousin.  Only a distant relation through marriage.  
Now stop avoiding the question.  Has he seen you naked?"

"Oh my god!  Wynona!  Listen to yourself.  You're like a bitch in 
heat."

Wynona crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot on the 
concrete floor of the garage.  Finally Brenda shook her head.  "Well, 
we'll have to do something about that."  Noting the expression of 
shock and horror on her friend's face Wynona added, "Just a little 
strategic toplessness in your own home.  If he looks that's his 
choice, but then you'll know how he views your relationship."

The women entered the house through the garage.  Brenda licked her 
lips and tried to have her voice not crack as she forced herself to 
ask aloud, "Wynona, would you put some aloe on my back?  I"m still a 
little burnt."

"You want me to do it right here?  Aren't you worried about your 
house guest seeing you?" Wynona asked aloud, clearly intending to 
make this as difficult for Brenda as possible.  The younger woman 
smiled and winked at her to encourage her to continue.

"Oh, Mikey won't mind."  With that, and a healthy dose of shaking 
hands, Brenda pulled off the loose jersey she'd worn to and from the 
studio that day.  As was her custom, she wore no bra and so she stood 
in the middle of her dining room with breasts bared while Wynona 
stepped out back to break off a leaf of the aloe vera plant.  Brenda 
closed her eyes, not wanting to see if Mikey was looking at her from 
the living room just through the doorway and was secretly ashamed of 
exposing herself to him.

Wynona returned with the slimy leaf cracked open in her hands and 
gently ran it over Brenda's shoulders and upper back.  "You're so 
pink," she said more than once.  "But it looks like all the flaking 
is done.  It's all new skin.  Virgin skin."  She said that last bit 
louder than the rest.  She moved around to Brenda's side to rub the 
aloe over Brenda's chest and the tops of her bare breasts.

"Ooh, that's cold," Brenda hissed.

"Well, let it dry for a few minutes.  Just leave your top off until 
it dries.  And would you do me?"  Wynona had come over wearing a one 
piece hookless bra which covered her naughty bits but left her own 
burnt shoulders, chest and upper back exposed.  Nevertheless she 
tugged her top down until her perky boobs popped out, then turned to 
face into the living room while Brenda applied the rest of the aloe 
to her.  She watched the man trying not to make eye contact.  He 
would peek up every few seconds to see if she was looking and then 
quickly turn away and pretend to be watching television.

Wynona grinned devilishly.

After a couple of minutes of teasing, Wynona said, "Brenda, let's go 
out by the pool and talk about what we're going to do on the show 
next week."  She grabbed up Brenda's top before her friend could and 
hurried out the back door.

"Mikey, we'll be right out back if anyone calls.  Just make yourself 
at home," Brenda called over her shoulder as she followed.

The scene from outside went something like this:

"Did you see him watching us?" Wynona giggled.  "He was so cute.  
Like a little boy too ashamed to watch but unable to keep his eyes 
off us."

"I couldn't watch," Brenda said.  "I just couldn't.  Was he looking 
at me?"

"Yes he was!" Wynona said excitedly.  "And he looked at me too.  I 
did watch.  He kept looking away and then back and away again."

The edges of Brenda's mouth twisted and her brow furrowed.  "So he 
looked at me?  Was it just like once?  Like just seeing me and then 
he didn't look at me again?"

"No.  He looked you up and down a couple of times."

The women moved two deck chairs closer to the swimming pool, partly 
in the sun but with ample shade from the overhead, wide leafed trees.  
Until her experiences with Channel 69, it had been the only place 
Brenda had felt comfortable being topless outdoors because it was so 
well concealed from the neighboring houses.

"So you've got this guy, he's a distant relative of your husband but 
he's nothing at all to you, and he's staying over at your house.  
What for?"

"He's from out of state."

"Is he?" Wynona said pensively.

"Wyn!  He's just a kid."

"I bet he's about my age.  He looks it."

"Yeah, I guess so.  I hadn't thought of that.  He's in town for an 
important job interview.  Just graduated college and moving away from 
home.  We agreed to let him stay with us for a week in case the place 
wants him to come back for a second interview."

"So how long's he been here?"

"Since Tuesday night."

"Tuesday night, when you told me you felt so miserable that you 
couldn't wear anything, but he hasn't seen you naked before now?"

"Jim made me put something on and I just kind of felt dirty being 
even a little bit undressed around him."

"I don't suppose there's a chance you've managed to sneak a look at 
his package?"

"Wyn!  My god girl, control your hormones!"

"Well, if you don't want to do anything fun with him, then I might.  
A lonely guy in a strange city, no one to show him around.  I bet 
he'd like a tour guide and someone to make him feel really welcomed.  
If he does get the job, he can't just go home without someone giving 
him a congratulations screw."  Wynona turned her body so she was 
looking straight into Brenda's eyes.  "Unless..."  She trailed off 
and did not say another word but kept looking into Brenda's eyes for 
a minute before turning back to lie in the scattered sunshine.

Meanwhile, the scene from inside the house went a little something 
like this:

Mike heard the two women's chatter move out back and the door close 
behind them.  He waited a few seconds in silence to be sure they were 
gone and made his way quietly and steadily into the dining room.  
Through the back windows of the house he could see the women, both 
still topless, arranging deck chairs by the pool.  The problem was 
that if they looked in the direction of the house they would easily 
see him through the window.  He needed a higher vantage point.  
Somewhere they wouldn't think to look for him.

Knowing that Cousin Jim as he called him was not due home for another 
hour or hour and-a-half, Mikey climbed the staircase and headed into 
the master bedroom which faced out the back of the house.  He walked 
around the canopy bed and stood to the side of the curtained back 
window.  Pushing the fabric aside he could look out and right down 
over the two bare breasted women.  They seemed to be having a very 
ordinary sort of conversation.  Although both were topless and had 
superb tits, and despite whatever his mind could concoct as the best 
possible fantasy for a single guy passing through town for only a 
couple of days, the women did  not engage in any lesbian activities 
while he watched.

Turning his attention for a moment into the room, Mikey noticed a 
video camera set up on a tripod in the opposite corner.  The camera 
was aimed at the bed.  To the side of the camera was an oak 
entertainment center with television, a DVD player and VCR.  There 
were also a number of videocassette tapes on the top shelf which was 
split into two stacked shelves via a thinner shelf inset 
horizontally.  He moved to the camera and noted with relief that it 
was not turned on so his actions were not being recorded for 
posterity.  The last thing he wanted or needed to do while staying 
over at a distant relative's house was to be caught sneaking about 
and watching his wife sunbathing topless.

Mikey quickly examined the video tape collection.  Some were retail 
videos and all of rather mundane subject matter; old World War II 
movies, westerns and some sci-fi action movies Mikey recognized as 
having been over-hyped and under-performing in the theaters over the 
last dozen years.  Then there was a section of videos with 
handwritten labels.  A few of them said "Brenda's Show" and a had 
date written on them.  Others just had a date and nothing else.

He glanced through the semi-transparent curtain to verify both women 
were still outside before pulling one of the homemade videos at 
random.  Shaking it out of its sleeve he put it into the VCR and 
found the power button on the television.  A sudden loud burst of 
music made him turn it off and search for the remote control so he 
could adjust the volume as soon as he powered it back on.

Mikey could not believe his eyes as the picture on the screen showed 
the very same two women who were out back on the deck engaged in some 
lesbian action at a glory hole.  Brenda's friend, whose name he did 
not yet know, was spooning with Brenda, tweaking her left nipple in 
one hand while fingering her slit with her right.  Brenda, meanwhile, 
was blindfolded and sucking a stiff prick through a hole in a wall.  
Mikey watched in utter disbelief as the prick ejaculated into 
Brenda's mouth and she brought a shot glass, already half full of 
what looked like cum, up to her mouth and spat what she had just 
taken into the mixture.

He saw the other woman lick Brenda's earlobe and whisper something to 
her.  Brenda's blindfolded face turned to the side and the women 
kissed, sharing between them the bit of cum which still clung to 
Brenda's lips.

Mikey quickly ejected the tape and slid it back into its sleeve.  He 
glanced through the curtain to be sure both women were still on the 
deck and retrieved another random video.  He watched for a couple of 
minutes as the same two women again stood on what appeared to be a 
normal public street and changed clothes behind Brenda's car.  He 
heard an off screen announcer or director refer to "Wynona" and 
figured that must be the woman on screen with Brenda.  He continued 
to watch as the women seemed to shamelessly put their full naked 
bodies on display before shimmying into a new set of revealing 
clothes and then walking off along a busy public street lifting their 
skirts and shaking their boobs at oncoming traffic.

Oh yes, he was going to enjoy the next few days in this house.

END OF PART 18

NOTE:  If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of 
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As of January 2007 I am still adding new chapters to 
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