Though it had been a rather long and funny evening, she did onlydrink her usual two Marghueritas, and she had shrugged off the hangover feelingas symp...oms of "getting older". Not that she had any reason to usethe word "old". With her 30 years she was ingood shape, alternating between jogging and biking as a workout every day. Shehad her blonde hair cut above her shoulders, with tiny streaks of red andbrown. Some of her friends used to tell her it made her look boyish, but it wasquite practical. .. I love you like my own daughter, kid."Do you tell Kim or Anne to strip in front of your stupid friends?" No, no I don't." But you tell me..." I'm not telling you to do anything. Just that if you wanted to ... if you wanted to tease 'em with it, there would be no consequences. Jack wouldn't know. Nobody would know."She sniffled, her tone still harsh: "Oh, God, do they know about the stories?" No, absolutely not," I lied with a straight-face."Please tell me the truth?" I just did. I didn't. She ran it deep, fucked it fast against my cervix, and then withdrew. The right hand returned, almost punching into me with its urgency. I groaned, and nearly came. Soon she was punching her fists alternately, a fast hard thrust, out again, like train pistons, driving me along a wild track to heaven."You're cunt is loosening Justine... my fists are gliding like cocks... It's time to go further." She said, never ceasing her fisting.Suddenly her hands were pressed together, palm to palm, as if. I could tell the conversation was tense, and 10 minutes later she was picked up by a guy in a SUV (the husband). I followed closely and was able to slip in the back as she placed her bags in . She sat in the passenger's seat and spent the whole ride explaining the argument, which bored me. They finally got home. A rich double storey house. I waited for them to leave and got out carefully. He was apiece of work because even though she was upset, he was still going out with the boys that night,.