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OPENING THE BOX (Part 2)


By KATZMAREK


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Disclaimer.


This is a work of erotic fiction. It remains the property of the
author and may not be reproduced for profit without the author's
express permission.


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Justin awoke slowly. He struggled to remember where he was. Memory
drifted back and he smiled inwardly as he recalled the details of
last night. His temples throbbed a little. Perhaps, he thought, he
had a mild hangover?


Sharon lay with her back to him. His arm was thrown over her body,
his hand rested on her tummy. Her back felt clammy and warm, his limp
dick rested in the cleft of her arse.


He had a sensation of someone watching him. Lifting his eyes from
the mass of tangled blond hair in front of him, his eyes focussed on
a figure standing by the door. A blurry face with eyes wide like
dinner plates.


"Um!" the figure spoke, "I'm just using the shower," it said quickly
and stared at him as it hurried through the room.


Justin saw that it was a girl of around his age. She wore a loose
robe and carried a towel. She slipped quickly through the door and
closed it emphatically. Justin had an impression of lithe teenage-
girl body, of dark hair pinned back.


A minute later, the door swung open again.


"Just who are you?" she demanded.


"Justin," he told her, a wave of guilt rippled the length of his body.


"And what are you doing here?" she continued.


Clearly, she realised it was a stupid question, because she flushed
a little in embarrassment.


"She asked me to stay!" Justin explained, a whine escaped into the
tone of his voice.


"That's my mother!" she told him, outraged.


"Hi," Justin squeeked.


The girl sighed in frustration and disappeared through the door again.


"Was that Chrissie?" Sharon rumbled into the pillow.


"I guess... dark hair... about 16?"


"15, that's her! Tell her to bloody knock next time," Sharon
grumbled and buried her head.


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They arose a little while later. Sharon got up first and said she
needed to pee. Justin waited awhile before deciding she was not
coming back. Rolling out of bed, he retrieved his clothes strewn
around the floor and dressed. His clothes felt uncomfortable reused,
he needed to shower.


Emerging into the lounge, he heard voices in the kitchen and
followed them. The day was sunny and bright. He shielded his eyes
from the glare as he emerged.


"You needn't have got up," Sharon said breezily.


He could feel the tension in her voice. Justin had got
hypersensitivity down to a fine art until he could sense people's
feelings. It is quite a common skill for the isolate.


"Justin, meet Chrissie," Sharon said without looking at either
party. "Justin was at the party next door at the Wilkinson's and I
invited him to stay over," she explained in an even tone. "You were a
little drunk weren't you?" she added staring at Justin.


"Um, yes!" he took up the hint.


"I told you, it's all right, mum. You don't have to explain!"
Chrissie said, unconvincingly.


Clearly, her mother *needed* to explain.


"So what did you get up to last night?" her mother asked Chrissie.


As she mumbled the catelogue of activites her and her
girlfriends did that night, she kept flashing looks at Justin, then
turning away. She stumbled over sentences. Justin could see her hands
shaking, her eyes moisten. She was tight-wound like a clock.


"Perhaps, I'd better go..." Justin started to stay.


"No!" Sharon said, emphatically, "grab yourself a shower and have
some breakfast, I insist!"


To emphasise the point she held his hand and pinned it to the
counter. Her daughter stared at her mother, her lips moving as if she
wanted to say something but hesitated. Sharon's shoulders sagged and
she let out a sigh.


"Ok, you two," she said, suddenly, placing her hands flat on the
counter, "stop circling around each other like a couple of stray
dogs. Chrissie, this is Justin, he slept with me last night. I picked
him up, threw him down and screwed him silly. For the first time in 7
years or more, I had a great fucking night."


"Mum!" Chrissie exclaimed.


"I'm your mother, not your daughter, Chrissie. Neither am I a Nun..."


"I know, I wouldn't..." Chrissie's mouth worked furiously.


"Yes you would!" she told her, "you're sitting there practically
bursting into tears because your mother screwed a boy young enough to
be your brother."


"I..."


"Get over it, Chrissie!"


Chrissie screwed up her nose as if encountering a bad smell.
Obviously abashed, she looked at the floor as if she'd dropped
something.


"Justin's a very talented young man," Sharon added smiling.


It was Justin's turn to look abashed. He could feel Chrissie's
curious glance in his direction.


"... now if you don't mind kids, I'm going to take a shower."


With that she left, heading back towards the bedroom. Chrissie
stifled a laugh. It sounded more like a hiccup. She glanced out the
window then back to Justin, looking him square in the face.


"Are you Richie Wilkinson's friend?" she asked him.


"I know him," he explained, "he goes out with a girl from my class."


"Babs! Yeah they're *so* cute together!" she started to say before
subsiding.


Chrissie poured some orange juice from a jug on the counter and
looked enquiringly at Justin. She then poured him a glass and looked
away out the window. They sat in silence until they heard Sharon
return down the hall.


"Your turn!" she told Justin, smiling, "you're smelly!"


Chrissie hiccuped, slid off her stool and fled to her room. Watching
her go, Sharon said,


"She'll come 'round. I guess it was a bit of a shock, poor girl."


She placed her hand between Justin's legs and gave him a rub.


"Now go and get cleaned up!"


Justin luxuriated in the hot cascade of water. He felt the staleness
left over from last night wash away leaving a pink feeling of well-
being. He heard movement outside the door. It opened suddenly and
Sharon looked in.


"Got everything you need?" she asked, smiling, "now that's a silly
question!" she laughed, looking down at his semi-flaccid cock.


She continued to watch him, licking her lips. Justin enjoyed the
attention and started to give her a little show. Soaping his dick, he
held it aloft for her, slowly moving his hand up and down the length.


"Oh baby," she gasped, "you'll make me cream myself!"


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As Justin walked back to his car, he noticed a movement where he
imagined Chrissie's bedroom window would be. His lips were still
moist from the sloppy kiss Sharon had planted on him as he left. His
Lancer EVO was parked at the other end of the street beyond the
Wilkinson's.


Justin was walking past the white stucco house where the party had
been when he heard a girl's voice calling.


"Hey Justin! Can I grab a lift?"


It was Angela, the girl from school who he'd had the hots for for
over a year. She came out to the gate dressed in the same hot outfit
she'd worn last night. Tight, low slung jeans and a cropped top with
lots of midriff showing.


"I saw your car still here," she told him, "I crashed the night
here. Where did you crash?" she asked, breathlessly.


"Next door at the Benmore's," he told her, watching for a reaction.


"Yeah? I saw you'd disappeared!" she sniggered, "you were standing
by the door with Mrs. Benmore one minute..." she continued, curious.


Justin listened to her babble on as they walked to the car, saying
nothing but speaking heaps with his smug grin, he hoped.


"So who are you seeing," she asked, "you're always a dark horse,
Y'know. Everyone is guessing..."


"Guessing? Me?" he asked in surprise.


"Sure! You always hang back, keep yourself to yourself. It's just
your way, I guess," she told him.


He had been a bundle of nerves when he'd talked to girls, and now he
was talking to Angela and felt perfectly relaxed. Something had
shifted, a barrier had shattered for him and now he felt a good 6
inches taller.


"So, are you seeing Chrissie Benmore?" he heard Angela ask through
the chatter, "C'mon, come clean!"


Justin smiled enigmatically at Angela as he opened the door to his
car. He decided not to give her a straight answer. He kind of liked
being the 'Dark Horse.' As he drove towards their mutual suburb, he
asked her how her and Johnny, her boyfriend was going. He couldn't
remember a time before when he'd been so personal with a girl before.
Certainly not with Angela in any case.


Angela shrugged her shoulders and looked out of the window.


"I'm getting a bit tired of him, actually," she said, "he can be
such a prick after he's had a drink!"


Justin nodded in, what he hoped, was an understanding manner.
Turning on to the freeway, he accelerated the EVO a little more
heavily than he needed to. Angela threw him a sidelong grin.


"D'you take Chrissie around in this?" she asked, fishing.


Justin just smiled, non-committally.


"Right!" she grinned, "dark horse, right? Lucky bitch!" she added
under her breath.


When he pulled up outside Anglela's house, she got out, flashing
him a 'thank you' smile. Justin hit the window switch and called to
her as she was about to go.


"Hey!" he called, "actually, I'm not seeing Chrissie Benmore! Her
mother saw I'd had a bit to drink and invited me to crash over. She
told me it was for my own safety. Chrissie was out with her friends."


"Cool!" Angela smiled at him, before waving goodbye.


Justin watched Angela's tail wag as she sashayed up her path. He
thought she swung her hips a little more than was necessary, but he
could be imagining it. She is, he always thought, a very well put
together little package.


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Were brains really important? he asked himself later. He decided
that maybe they were not as important as he'd imagined. Perhaps he'd
used his judgementalism to mask his shyness? Certainly Angela and
Chrissie Benmore weren't dummies, even if they wouldn't win
Mastermind.


He thought about Angela. He felt she was looking at him differently.
Or maybe she always looked at him that way and he plain never
noticed. His confidence in his sensitivity was showing a few cracks.
The stuff of constant fantasies for him, he felt she'd become reduced
in his mind to what she was, a pretty, blonde, 16 year old, girl with
a hot body.


He also thought about Chrissie. She too was hot, with a little more
tit than Angela. She hadn't been wearing a bra when he saw her in the
kitchen at Sharon's. Her boobs moved freely under under her baggy T-
shirt. Smaller versions than her mother's, they'd jutted more where
her mother's had sagged. Her hips too were bigger than Angela's and
more curvy like Sharon's. When she'd flounced out the kitchen, he'd
watched her arse cheeks bulging in her tight jeans, below the hem of
her shirt. He imagined his hands on them and felt a twang in his
crotch.


When he thought of Sharon, he had to visit the bathroom. His
erection had become painful, so he dropped his trousers and
maneuvered it free. A picture flashed into his mind of Sharon with
her legs spread and waiting. Her pussy glistened in readiness, her
boobs rolled over her chest crowned with dark pink nipples that stood
up to attention. She reached up for him, begged him to put his cock
inside her. She wailed and heaved at him as he pounded her body to
submission.


Justin opened his eyes and saw the beads of his sperm clinging to
the seat and bowl. His fist was smeared in the stuff and he released
his cock to wash it off in the basin. He wished Sharon and he had had
that promised fuck this morning. The presence of her daughter in the
house had created too much of a distraction for them both.


She had, however, watched him in the shower slowly stroking himself
for her. She'd hummed, reached in and touched him, before a
clattering from Chrissie had forced her to withdraw her hand and
close the shower door. She'd given him another little rub when she'd
planted the big sloppy kiss on him at the front door.


The phone jerked him free of his dreams. 


"Justin?" Sharon said, "I'm glad I've got the right number," she said
 when he acknowledged.


She told him how much she enjoyed last night.


"When will your parents be home?" she asked him


I don't know," he told her, "they flew up to the mountains for the
weekend. They may be gone another night, they did last time."


"I see," Sharon said, "Chrissie's visiting her friends this
afternoon. I don't suppose..."


Pausing to sigh, she asked, 


"I don't suppose we could meet for coffee? Say, downtown at the
Bistro?"


"Sure," he told her.


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The café was crowded with the remnants of Saturday's night scene.
Glassy eyed, they gulped gallons of coffee and pushed around the
French toast on their plates. Sharon and Justin found a table in the
corner with a bench-type seat against the wall. There they could
observe everyone in the crowd while remaining relatively
inconspicuous.


Sharon was plainly tense, talking rather too quickly. Justin was not
really listening, he was busy watching the people and enjoying the
feel of her hand on his inner thigh.


"It's not that I'm against another relationship..." she was telling
him, "but right now, right now," she emphasised, "it's not practical,
do you understand?"


Taking the cue, Justin enthusiastically nodded.


"I mean, you're too young in any case. Don't take that the wrong
way?" she cautioned, gripping his thigh tighter.


Justin nodded again and she continued.


"But now and again, well, a little fun's all right, isn't it? I
mean, we could get together every so often..."


Justin wondered to who she was actually telling all this. It never
entered his head to have anything but an 'affair' with her with a
beginning and end. Particularly the latter. He *knew* he was too
young to go steady with anyone, particularly someone like Sharon.
Justin sensed that she'd stopped, expecting an answer to a question
he hadn't heard.


"Um, sure," he told her, "no problem!" 


He hoped it was the right answer.


"Good!"


She looked a little puzzled so maybe he hadn't got it right.
Continuing the miscommunication, she told him not to worry about
Chrissie.


"She's just a little shocked, but I had a talk with her and gave her 
a hug. 'Sfunny," she added, "they try to be so grown up, but really
..."


She told Justin that she had talked to her other daughter, Vickie,
on the phone and she was overjoyed about it. Dropping her voice, she
said,


"She said that it was about time I got some jollies. Can you believe
that? Jollies, she called it, haha. Then we had this grubby talk
about the size of cocks, hehe. My own daughter comparing notes with
me!"


Justin felt uncomfortable. There was just a little too much spilling
of beans for his liking. He didn't want the whole town to know!


"Did you bring your car? Would you like to take me for a little
drive?"


Justin agreed readily. The café was becoming too small and crowded
for the way the conversation was going.


In the car, Sharon rested her hand on Justin's crotch. Every so
often she would give him a little squeeze or massage him with the
palm of her hand. Once more alone, however, she appeared to relax and
she talked in a more natural way.


"Do you know somewhere to park? she asked, "perhaps along the river?
I'll give you a little treat if you like?"


They found a secluded spot and she leant over and kissed him. Her
hand groped him mercilessly and he was soon stiff as a board. Justin
slid his hand up her top and worked a nipple from her bra. He tweaked
and manipulated it in the way he knew she liked. Deftly she unzipped
him and eased his cock out of his pants. Humming in contentment, she
wanked him for a while before, grinning, she lowered her tongue
towards it.


She popped the knob into her mouth and teased the underside with the
tip of her tongue. Licking and kissing the head she told him that
she'd been an excellent cocksucker in her day. She gave her
boyfriends a special treat if they'd been particularly good to her.
Justin urgently pulled up her top to gain greater access to her tit
as she continued to kiss, suck and massage his hard cock.


Somewhat depleted after last night's, and this morning's,
activities, nevertheless, Justin could feel the come rising in his
cock. Sharon bobbed up and down, faster and faster until he passed
the point of no return. At last he was pumping more sperm and Sharon
sucked it down her throat. Laughing, she rested her head in his lap.


"Damn! It was touching my tonsils and I still had a fistful left.
Now that's got to be bigger than average. I wish I'd brought a tape
measure!" she told him, giggling like a school girl.


"Do you want me to touch you, or something?" he asked her.


"Gently, over my panties, if you like. It's a bit sensitive."


"I'm sorry..." he started to say but stopped himself, remembering
the laughing rebuke this morning.


"Oh, it wasn't you, sugar," she told him, "I had a bit of a wank
earlier, just after I talked to you on the phone. You missed a good
chance there," she explained, "if you'd have come through the door
then, I would have jumped you!" she laughed.


As he drove her back home, he kept his hand placed on her mound
between gear changes. Smiling at him, she placed her own hand over
his and held it hard against her.


This time Justin saw Chrissie distinctly at her window staring, as
Sharon got out of the car.


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Justin went home and changed, once again. He smelt of his own
emissions. He also cleaned the interior of the EVO. It too had a
certain 'atmosphere'.


His mum called and told him they'd be staying another night or two
and not to neglect his homework. As you usual the phonecall was brief
and to the point.


On impulse he looked up Angela's number in the phonebook and after a
little indecision, decided to call her. She answered imediately. She
had, she said, just got off the phone to a friend.


She seemed pleased he called, and they chatted about school and
mutual acquaintances. It was the longest conversation he'd ever had
with her. In fact, probably the longest he'd had with any female
besides his mother. When he hung up finally, he realised it had been
the best part of an hour. It hadn't seemed that long.


Feeling particularly pleased with himself, he watched TV that
evening after dinner and fell asleep in the armchair. He'd never done
that before, and certainly not before midnight.


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The next day at school it was Angela who sought him out at lunch
recess. She slipped in next to him as he sat on the quad steps eating
his sandwiches. She explained that she'd finally broken with Johnny.
She told him that he kind of was expecting it anyway and acknowledged
they'd been drifting apart for some time. Angela thought he'd been
seeing someone else on the sly in any case. 


It wasn't long for some of the other kids to notice Angela and he
sitting together. He interpreted some of the sidelong glances of the
girls as envious towards Angela. Maybe he'd just been reading them
wrong all this time? They didn't think him a geek after all.


"Mum saw you and Mrs. Benmore in the Bistro yesterday," Angela said.


Justin was instantly on alert and defensive. He decided quickly to
treat the news casually. Why shouldn't they be having a coffee
together, anyway? It didn't prove anything?


"Yeah," he told Angela, casually, "I bumped into her downtown and we
went for a coffee."


"Oh," she answered, still a little curious.


"So," he said to Angela, "you want to go to the movies? Maybe this
Friday?"


"Sure, great!" she told him.


He felt his body snap. If the building collapsed suddenly on top of
him this minute, he doubted he'd feel it. 'He'd just asked Angela out
and she had said yes'. He turned that thought over in his head right
through to the end of classes. He couldn't remember the bell for the
end of recess nor his going to his afternoon science class. He just
woke up suddenly and found he was sitting at a desk.


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In the game of school political heirarchies, Justin felt he'd risen
up a couple of notches. Guys acknowledged him as he passed whereas
before they simply had ignored him.


Word had spread fast that he was taking Angela out. He enjoyed his
new status. Angela came and hung out with him more and more as the
week progressed. Surprisingly, he found her interesting to talk to.
Maybe she *did* have brains after all.


Friday came and he felt more relaxed around her. She was waiting for
him as he pulled up at her place in the EVO. His driving was
restrained as they drove into town. He didn't need a car accident,
not tonight of all nights!


Again her jeans were low-slung and sprayed on. When she walked, a
tantalising band of white skin appeared above the beltline. Her blue
top featured a peasant-style neckline, she wore a silver chain and
pendant around her neck. Justin recieved a whiff of scent as she sat
beside him. A hint of jazmin, perhaps.


The film was a comedy. Laughing together, they bumped shoulders.
They squeezed each other's hands throughout the movie.  Afterwards
they had coffees at a café. It was crowded and as they were steering
through the throng, Justin bumped into Angela from behind. He
whispered an apology as he impulsively steadied her by holding her by
the hips. She looked back and laughed, her eyes betrayed excitement.
He left his hands there a little longer than was necessary.


While Justin drove back to her house, she played the stereo, loud.
Justin sang along to the music. It was some hip-hop song, but he
didn't care. Surprisingly, he knew most of the words.


He pulled up outside and she looked at him, a little nervously, but
with some expectation. Justin leaned across and they touched mouths.


Their first kiss was traditionally chaste. Mouth closed, she
puckered up for an exchange one might have between good friends.
Justin brushed her cheek on the excuse of diverting an errant lock of
hair. He gave her a gentle caress with the back of his hand. She
grinned self-consciously, but she clearly didn't mind. Instead of
getting out of the car, she found another subject to discuss.


As she talked, looking down and fiddling with her hands, Justin's
imagination wound up to full screen technicolour. He dreamed of her
naked on his bed, her legs spread, ready to accept his hard cock. He
watched her tits jiggle as he pounded her with his lust. She was
wailing and moaning, pulling him down to her in her desire. He didn't
realise he was grinning to himself, stupidly.


"What's the matter?" he heard her laughingly ask.


"Nothing!" he defended, instinctively.


"What are you grinning at?"


'Ah,' he thought, 'that's being specific!'


"You!" he countered.


"Me?" she queried, nervously.


"Yes," he told her, "you're so cute!"


She grinned broadly and leaned across once more. Another chaste
kiss, but this time she didn't pull away.


"You're so nice," she whispered, and moved in once more.


This time she treated him to an open-mouth and wriggling tongue.
Justin put his arm behind her back and moved up. His fingertips
moved over her bra strap. The feel of it, the thought that one day,
perhaps, he might be undoing it, sent and instant message to his 
cock.


Her mouth worked furiously on his, spurred by a sudden burst of
mutual feeling. When they broke, Justin saw the arousal in her
expression. Her eyes looked down at his mouth, her breathing had
quickened. She looked up to his eyes and Justin thought he saw
pleading. Instead, she smiled, uncertainly and whispered that she'd
better go.


"It's late," she told him apologetically, "questions from my
parents... Y'know?"


"Sure!" he replied, trying to sound understanding, but knowing she
could hear the disappointment in his voice.


"I'm sorry," she said, "maybe we could meet tomorrow afternoon, or
something?"


"Ok," he agreed, "maybe a drive?"


"Great!"


And she skipped inside.


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She'd gone, but Justin's erection hadn't. He made up his mind
quickly and headed straight to the Benmore's.


It was, he rationalised, not that he'd any understanding with
Angela, anyway. They'd dated, once, but that didn't make a
relationship. As he turned into the Benmore's street, he still had a
niggly feeling that he was cheating on her. However, he wanted to
fuck, and until Angela and he had become an item...


There was no light showing at the front of the house. He
instinctively looked at Chrissie's window and saw the blinds drawn.
Going up the side path, he saw a single lamp shining in the lounge.
Carol King was playing quietly on the stereo. He recognised it
because his mother listened to the same music.


He tapped on the French windows off the kitchen. There was no
response, so he opened them a fraction and called softly.


 From inside there was a flurry of startled activity. The door off
the lounge opened ajar and he was dazzled by the light of a torch. It
snapped off almost imediately and a figure hurried to the doors.


"Justin! What are you doing here?" Sharon asked breathlessly, "I
heard a noise, I thought it was an intruder, you were lucky I didn't
call the police!"


"Sorry," Jason told her, "I wanted to see you!"


"Why? I thought you were out with that Angela?"


"You know?" Justin said in confusion, "how..."


"Oh don't be silly," she laughed, "the look on your face! Justin, I
have two daughters. Believe me, I know who is going with who the
instant it happens!"


"Oh," he mumbled, guiltily, "I'm sorry."


Sharon drew him inside and closed the door. Dumbly he followed her
into the lounge. It was dimly lit, Carol King was still playing
softly, a glass of rum and coke sat on the coffee table with a
burning cigarette.


Sharon was dressed in a loose sweatshirt and trackpants. A towel was
wrapped around her head. She represented an altogether different
vision than a week ago.


"So, how was the date? Didn't it go well?" she asked, indicating the
sofa.


"No, it was fine," he explained, "we went to a movie..."


"I see," she said, curiously, "then what are you doing here? Why
aren't you with this, Angela is it?"


He nodded. 


"You're parents still not home? I thought you and she would be
seriously making out?"


Justin shrugged.


"We just kissed a little," he told her, "she had a curfew, I think."


"Ah, I see. Very wise of her parents," she sniggered, "so, what?
You've come here to get what you missed out on?"


Justin looked at the floor in embarrassment.


"You think I'm here for your convenience?" she said, evenly, "when
Justin's horny just call on Sharon, is that it?"


"I'd better go, I'm sorry... I didn't think of it like that."


"I don't suppose you would, Justin. After all, you're 16?"


Justin swallowed, dejected. Sharon sighed.


"Well, I'm sorry, sugar, but not tonight. My daughter's in the next
room and I'd rather give her some peace."


"Sure, no problem," he replied getting up.


"Call, next time, ok?"


Justin nodded as he made his way to the door. Sharon put her arm
around his shoulders and guided him out.


"There's always your hand, love," she teased, "or two, perhaps in
your case," she chuckled.


Justin wanted to escape with enough of his dignity still intact. He
chided himself for taking Sharon for granted. In his short period of
awakening, this was the first serious error he'd made. It left a
bitter taste in his mouth.


Sharon kissed him lightly as he left. As he was making his way down
the path, he heard someone hissing his name. Looking up, he saw
Chrissie hanging out her window.


"How was Angela?" she smirked.


"Good!"


He didn't need this, he wanted to escape.


"You here to see mum?" she asked.


He nodded. It was a warm night. Chrissie was wearing a thin T-shirt
that afforded a glimpse of her cleavage as she leant out the window.


"It's ok, Y'know. I had a long talk with mum and, well, I sort of
understand why, if that makes any sense. I know it's, like, an
affair, nothing serious. It was just a bit of a shock at first."


"Sure!" Justin told her, relieved she wasn't going to give him a
hard time.


"Does Angela know? About you and mum?"


Justin shook his head.


"I won't spill," she assured him, "mum's the word," she giggled at
her own cleverness.


Justin drove home and mercilessly rung his cock till he fell asleep.


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