."? It stung but I couldn't reallysay I was a dude now could I? "Call me Olivia," I said. "So waterOlivia?" Yes please... "Tony" said the boy. Oh my ...ucking god you have tobe kidding me. His name is Tony. The Tony from my dream is not a hulkingstrong guy with a wife but really a Teenager that lives in a rich housewith his fucking lucrative parents?!?! "Tony let me ask you aquestion....how old are you exactly?" My eyes started to look over everypart of his body. "Well...I'm a senior in high. She told me not to stare and to gather her clothes for her. I did and by the time I looked back, she was gone. She ran back into the house with her bra and panties on. When I went back inside the house, I went by her room. I knocked on it. She didn’t answer as she was in the shower. She was probably too busy in there cleaning off all of their cum in her pussy. I chose not to bother her for the night as she must be too tired and embarrassed by her actions. My dad ended up coming home around 2. From what we could tell, Jamie was very selective. She had only dated acouple guys and those were for short periods of time, more experimentswith infatuation than anything. They didn't have ugly breakups either,just died down interest. And I really doubt they were having sex now thatI think about it, because for Brad, well, it caused trouble...Brad was Jamie's first (only) long-term real relationship. So they hadsex one night. But the next time Brad shamefully admitted that while hewas still. .And then came the day when Mrs.Evans , distraught, announced she wasgoing to have to spend a few days with her daughter and granddaughter,both of whom had a virus. "Not the virus, you understand, but just anormal illness. A vomiting virus. Neither of them can walk furtherthan the distance between their bedroom and the toilet. And Jack isworking abroad at the moment, so he can't help out." It wasn'tstrictly allowed to go and see them during lockdown, but Mrs.Evanscould see no alternative. .