I don't know what the police can charge her with but I'll think of something. And I'll make sure it makes the news with her photos. I have influential...friends." No please don't do that. I beg of you," Sara pleaded. When he didn't respond she looked at Mrs. Crudele with a hopeful expression. "Please." How dare you try to appeal to my wife. I should call your parents right now. I know you're eighteen but maybe they would like to know what their little slut daughter does when she should be. I struggled to match her calm gaze.“How was it?” I asked“Dinner was fine.”“You know what I mean.”“The sex was great of course. You saw the evidence. Did you clean?”“Yes, I did.”She smiled, pulled me off the couch and hugged me. She kissed me passionately, probing her tongue deep in my mouth. “I love you. You are so sweet.”I smiled. My heart molten, but my penis erect.She loosened her embrace. “Come to the bedroom in ten minutes.”After ten interminable minutes, I walked into the bedroom. She was. There was nothing he could do. The increased flow of blood into his cock pumped it up to its full stature and Jack could tell it was not going to go down anytime soon.Jack once again felt a range of mixed emotions. He certainly felt embarrassed at having a full on boner that he could not hide beneath a couple of layers of material in the form of trousers and underwear. But Jack also felt somewhat turned on by the whole affair which produced a slight twinge of guilt for some reason. These. He finished his drink stood up never taking looking away from Terry's large breasts. He made no effort to the bulge in his pants as he said that he was going to bed. I thought probably going to relieve that itch between his legs. That bulge did not go unnoticed by Terry as she asked "what the hell were you guys talking about." "You and sex. The poor guy has a hard on for you." I said. She smiled and said " I'm glad someone does." We went upstairs to our room, both of us a little tipsy. I.