They were meeting a few times a year, in Montreal and of course in Whistler. She was a forty-something woman, good looking and at ease with her genero...s shapes. She was married, but always flirty and sexy in her way to deal with her business contacts. With Bruno, flirting was mutual and often led to raunchy teasing. Often, she would catch Bruno's eyes down her cleavage and was never upset about it; quite the contrary. At business functions, she would try her best to have him at her side and he. Alarm clock, I tought. How wrong I was. Bending over in front of the mirror was their son Tim. What amazed me even more was that he had a rather large dildo moving in and out of his ass. He was oblivious to the fact that I was there. He was vocal saying, "That's right daddy fuck my ass. I love your big cock in my boyhole. Do it harder. Please, daddy do me harder."Picking my jaw up from the floor. I tried to stealthily back away from the door. Suddenly, he turned around. His face. The silence went on for a while until Jughead said, "Don't mention it, Betty! I would do anything to... er... for you." He put the car in drive and started moving away. Archie was relieved, he could trust Jughead. He hated girls except for Betty who he tolerated and was Archie's best friend. Still Archie found it strange that Jughead occasionally took his eyes off the road and either snuck a peak at the short leather skirt that barely covered two fine legs or stared at his chest with his sweat. I was completely out of my comfort zone when I knelt down next to her and asked her what was wrong. She looked at me through the crocodile tears and running mascara, “Where am I and who are you?” The next ten minutes was spent kneeling down in the bathroom telling her the story of the night before, followed by another ten minutes of her sitting on my bed being upset that her friend left her, followed by a very loud and very angry phone call to her friend that ditched her. I really tried to be.
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