" I threw a bookmark between the open pages of my bookand placed it to one side. Jumping up from the sofa, I ran up thestairs as I always did, and loo...ed for where my Mum was calling mefrom."I'm in my bedroom..." she added, immediately solving the mystery forme.A few seconds later I had joined her in her bedroom. She was standingbeside her bed, next to several piles of clean, ironed, but as yet un-sorted washing."Help me sort all this out will you Robert? Do something useful whileyou're off. His muscly buttocks were clenching as he fucked in and out of her, she'd got hold of her own tits and was really squeezing them, the nipples were SOOOO erect, his sweet little arse pumping it into her, fucking SLAG.I wasn't convinced he'd ever done it before, the way he was doing it, and when I fully interrogated him laterI was to find that it was, indeed, his first time. FAR from hers, though, the fucking slut. Slagbag tart whore bitch.He'd been in and out of her sopping wet tart - hole for. It was Francisca behind her.“You are just going to help him cheat like that?”“Pretty much.”“You need to keep it in your pants, Lucy. You can’t just do everything for a guy because they’re hot.”Then a whistle blowing pierced the air and the gym went silent, with some students in the front covering their ears. “Push-ups! Let’s go!”Lucy couldn’t afford to sweat. Not since a couple days ago. She took it easy and did half push-ups, hoping the instructor wouldn’t notice her in the crowd of her. "You planning on showering in those pants?" I just laughed, turned on the shower and finished undressing. I stepped into the stall shower with the glass walls and turned my back to him. I showered and let the hot water run over my body trying to forget about the sexy man who was going to be in my bed. I still couldn't quite tell if sex was on the table. Then I turned and smiled. He was leaning against the sink watching me, the bulge under the towel quite obvious. He walked over, grabbing a.