Both of them were smiling like teenagers as Anne lifted her legs in the air and pulled her knickers off then lay back on her flat seat. Her pussy glis...ened from between her nicely trimmed pubes. My hand returned to my stiff cock as I watched Tony pull his trousers down to his ankles. Anne grabbed his wrist when he tried to get something out of the dashboard. She shook her head and smiled as she whispered something to him. He raised his eyebrows and moved towards her. I swear that she had told. I went to thekitchen and prepared myself a light supper and when I finished I washedup and put everything away. I then spent an hour or so going round thehouse tidying up and doing a little dusting, all the while standing up.After a couple of hours, my feet were quite sore, but I was walking withsome confidence, having learnt how to balance more on the balls of myfeet and take smaller steps. It was now getting very late, so I went tobed having undressed and removed all my makeup.The following. It is true that he had a tendency of being overly dramatic, but when you’re only 14, it’s not like you have too much of a choice but to be overly dramatic. He was sleeping at my house and, for the entire evening, while we were supposed to go to sleep, like good boys, he just complained about that girl. Before eventually wishing me good night, and after making very strange and elaborate plans of how to impress the girl or just beat up the boy who had stolen her from him, he told me this: I. ” Like chocolate in the sun.“Fuck you!” A mad sugar rush.“Fuck you!” And a sticky embrace.“Fuck… you.” That overloads thought.-Fingers find her dilating asshole. Strum it like a Hendrix riff till she’s singing lyrics of devilish pleasure to the pump of my cock and the squeeze of her cunt.“Fuck,” we harmonize again, racing to an end I can’t describe, until there are no more words to say. They’re just gone, man. It’s rhythm and flow now. It’s rhythm and flow. It’s Kendrick sampling Coltrane.