Dispensing with subtleties.

In a flash, all of Liana's clothes were gone. Her prim naked body gleamed slightly under the rays of sun.

"What the FU--"

"Do not care." I extended this command to Amy and Michelle, and they instantly relaxed.

"Ah who gives a crap," Liana flicked her wrist, and pulled her hair across her scalp. With a wink at her two friends, she chatted away, exposed tits and ass and all. "So, you guys checked out Taylor's new pad ye--are... are you two okay?"

"Yeah." Withdrawing a slightly twitchy finger, Amy assured, "We just got our panties wedged up our, um, wedged up our butts..." She glanced at me, as if to imply I was to be brought up. "Sorry, I don't know your name."

I let her know it was fine. And that she didn't need to. She begrudgingly accepted.

Now.

Go take a shit in the trash can.

"Oh, be right back," Amy suddenly perked up, looking to the entrance of the clothing store. A trash can sat by the door. "Gotta go number two in the trash can real fast."

Do it without adjusting your panties in any way.

Turning back to the two remaining girls, I concentrated on Michelle, who had dressed herself back up while I was conducting my business with her friends.

"So what you were saying about Taylor. We were texting her a couple minutes ago and--" Suddenly, mid-syllable, she jumped, spread her legs, and fell back to the ground, legs split at a perfect 180-degree angle. Throwing her hair back, she looked at me, then Liana. "What do you guys think?"

"Not bad," the naked red-head replied.

My turn came to speak. I gave a wobbly affirmation.

Twerk.

Smoothly, Michelle began twitching the muscles in her buttocks from the ground, causing one cheek to jiggle after the other in a rhythmic harmony of tight white butt meat.

Spread your legs and finger yourself to the show, I looked to Liana, whose hand quickly dropped to her slit and entered it as her thighs spread apart.

"Faster, faster, Michelle," spurred Liana, while twisting a naked nipple. An older couple stepped around us on the way to the clothing store, where Amy sat with her pants down to her ankles while she stuffed her buttocks through the little hole through the side of the trash receptacle and smiled at them as they passed. I made the couple stop and take selfies with her; they got a few creative angles in there, ones that I didn't think up of.

"Fuck yeah," Liana's pelvis quivered and thrusted into her plunging fingers. "Fuck that's hot Michelle. Fuck your ass."

'Shake' 'shake' 'shake', went Michelle's jeans-coated rear, as I registered Liana's comment.

There was a thought.