I assume you can trust her.”It suddenly dawned on her that she had told me about that last night. “Yes we can.”“So she came on to you, huh?”...��Oh, I told you that too,” she answered with a little surprise. Then she added, “What else did I tell you?”“Nothing other than she played with your pussy at the table. I know when you got home your pussy was a swamp,” I said with a laugh and saw my mother blush.“Are you mad?” she asked.“Not at all. Hey, what eighteen-year-old guy would get mad at a gorgeous. The special volunteers knew his cock was huge—a long, thick probe with a broad, pink glans penis that could pleasingly punish the pussy of any woman who wanted it. Now it was erect and bobbing between his legs as he approached Beth’s open cunt.The fucking that followed was long and slow and completely displayed. Jake began by teasing Beth’s wet, open labia with his broad, blunt penis, moving it up and down her slit and banging it on her clitoris. Then came the penetration, the slow, delicious. I wasn't ever going to leave the house without it.That night however, Judith had another small improvement to make....On the way home from work, whilst getting off the train, I felt aslight twinge in my lower back. All the way home I winced as I walked,noticing the pain with every step. Surely I was too young to sufferfrom back pain? My dad had always had back pain from an early agethough. Maybe I'd suffer the same fate.When I got home, Judith was very pleased to see me. She commented onhow. Already spoken for. Yes?"I looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes, frantically trying to think up convincing ways to deny it. Why did I have to be so damned keen to show off my knowledge of Alistair? He brushed my hair out of my face, and I couldn't help but look at him. He was smiling down at me kindly, and didn't appear to be angry or offended. I felt my face crumple, and finally just nodded. I was entirely aware of how inappropriate my feelings were for a man I'd not even met yet, and how.