”“Wash your mouth out. If we’re going to do anything with that poisoned chalice, we’re going to have be totally bloody silent until we think...we’re there. When we get ‘there’ I will take it to Bradman, and we’ll say nothing of your involvement until they’re all locked up or he decides to play safe and burn the lot.”“Why?”“Because, Tess, you have a life ahead of you and we don’t want Kola or anyone else snuffing that. If they do for me, well, who’d give a shit?”“Me.”“Yes, well you’re a. “And I want to fuck you while you’re doing it,” Isadora purred. She had a wild look in her brown eyes. She licked her lips. “You up for it?”My futa-dick throbbed. I remembered the day before when I let the futa-janitors use me to ensure the bake sale happened. I swallowed and then nodded my head. “Yeah, I guess. You can fuck me. An extra hundred.”“No problem,” Isadora said. “Mmm, I’ve always wanted to fuck a futa. I want to find out if our pussies feel different from a girl’s.”My cheeks burned. I was going to walk right in through the door, but something told me that I should get the lay of the land first, partly to find out whether my wife was actually home, and also to find out exactly what sort of teenage post-party hell I was walking into. I felt a tad guilty, peeping through the windows of my own house to spy on my wife and our son, but I rationalised it as just a quick check to see what I was in for.I walked as quietly as I could up to the lounge window and peeped through the. "You must be Max. Come in,please. Make youself at home, hun." I walked inside and Jimbo closedthe door behind me. Did he just call me "hun"? Whats that about? WhenI got to the entrance of the living room, I turned around. Jimbo wasstaring down at my butt and when he looked up he gave me that creepysmirk again. I forgot I was wearing booty shorts and a bra."So," he said, "how long do you plan on staying with me?" Uhm." I broke our eye contact and blushed as he looked down at me."Just.