He positioned my chair as far back as it would go, pushing me backwards, and then turned the handle until the chair eased backwards, moving me horizon...al. My legs were still open from my playing and he lunged at my body, positioning himself over me, kneeling in the foot well. He pushed his hands up my skirt, grabbing my ass and pulling me down the seat towards him. He was forceful with me, gripping my thighs hard as his tongue tickled mine. Id never thought about the logistics of positioning. That depended on the girl he was fucking, er ... dating, tonight.I figured that this was the perfect time to tell Mom about my “accident” with my hymen. Of course she was shocked and outraged at the bad luck that brought about this accident. Sally told Mom that she’d had exactly the same accident. Her purpose was to use my mom for backup in case her mom smelled a rat. Besides being a prude, my mom was also somewhat gullible, so she believed the whole improbable story. Okay, we got away with. I knew I should think of all kinds of reasons for just running away. My stupid practicalities sometimes get the better of me, but right now who the hell needed to be practical. Beth was gorgeous, she had just saved my bacon, and she was right whether I made the bet a formal one or not -- I owed her.I lost the robe and patted the bed next to me. She shook her head and pointed to her pussy.Smiling, I got off the bed and knelt between her legs running my hands up and down them. She was gorgeous,. He had a lousy hand and if he didn’t muck it, he’d be facing life in prison with no hope of parole, and he knew I could make that happen. When it came right down to it, it was a contest of bad PR for me versus life in prison for him, and he couldn’t take the risk. I dialed Stephanie’s number.“I told him he has twenty-four hours to work out an equitable deal,” I said. “If not, I make one of two calls - either he ends up in prison for life or in the morgue. It’ll be up to you to decide.