Yes, she had also pointed out that he was no better than me, but when I thought about it, I recognised that she would hardly have said otherwise, woul... she? Moreover, she was reluctant to tell me what they had got up to the previous Saturday night. Was it just her natural discretion or might the reason for her reticence be that she had enjoyed it more than she had wanted to let on? I knew he was a bit bigger than me - there are no secrets in the showers after a football match - but Clare had. Please please please." I looked at the clock. It was 2:30. What could I say? We dressed, I grabbed a blanket and we headed out to the beach. She was right. There was no one else to be seen. We walked to the spot we had seen earlier. There was enough moon light so we could see where we were going. When we got there I went back to the edge of the beach, where the woods started. I spread the blanket, pulled my pants off and got down on it. Beth quickly stripped out of all of the clothes. . not all of the juicy details ... and asked if I could wash up at his place afterward. He agreed, so I drove over there, showered, put on a clean change of clothes, and then spent the whole day out.”“Did you let Mom know where you were?”“What? And ruin the fun?! ... Naw ... I wanted her to wonder where I was and when I’d come home ... or IF I’d come home ... Wanted to keep her guessing, my boy,” he smirked. “Found out later that after counting to 100, she had rushed to the shower to clean up,. .. the rings!..."She leaned back, her gloriously fake orbs shifting in formation like fleshy oranges between the hanging halves of her little green felt vest. She found the angle she was looking for, and with a brief shudder settled into a more serious staccato."Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!"Sweat poured from his pits underneath the oppressive parka, and the acrylic fur trim itched like hell, but Chester didn't care. His naughty little elf was giving him.