For me, it had felt like the most natural thing in the world.When I awoke the next morning, Philippa had gone. I didn’t hear from her for a few days...and all my texts were ignored. Then she rang to say her phone had been broken and should we do lunch?She’s never mentioned what happened between us. It has almost seemed like it didn’t happen at all. Of course, I’ve followed her lead by not broaching the subject but it doesn’t stop me secretly coveting her. However, she’s so hung up on the old guy. “Come on,” she pleaded. I fished out a ten dollar bill and slipped it into the slot next to the door. The door latch clicked and we stepped into the small booth. A small bench seat sat in front of a viewing screen. The room was no bigger than a small closet. As the door closed behind us, the movie on the screen began. Betty pressed her slender teenage body against mine, her hand feeling for my crotch. “Oh boy!” Betty exclaimed, feeling the rise in my trousers. I slipped my hands on to Betty’s. “How the hell do you know?” Candy asked. I seriously didn't know how long they had been doing this, but I set a trap. “What do you mean, how would I not know, you've been doing it for like 8 months now,” I replied. “No we haven't, we've been doing it for 10 months,” Candy said. That was easier than I thought, I couldn’t help but gloat a little. “So, for the last 10 months now, you've been doing it on the weekends, mostly in the middle of the night? Did you really think you could hide this from. I took off her skirt and pulled down her panties as I sat down for a moment on the cooler to survey what I had done. I got up only to rip her T-shirt down the front, letting the few remaining untied strands of long blond hair rustle softly in the breeze over her erect nipples. I sat back down briefly again for a moment until once again I started up like a man possessed. I opened the cooler and surveyed my findings. I took out the hummus and walked over to her. I opened it and started spreading.