"Bu...but I have tennis practice tonight and what if somebody sees us?" His eyes widened as he seethed. "Not now you're not... and trust me where I'm ...aking you nobody will see us. Be ready for half six." He then walked away from her leaving her trembling in a mixture of emotions. She was nervous, scared, frustrated, but she had to admit more than a little excited. After what seemed like forever her day at school finished, and after the drive home took a cold shower. She needed to cool down. "Where the hell is that little shitass punk!? Graydon, where the hell are you?! Get your stupid ass down here, NOW!"Graydon was upstairs studying at his small desk. Heart in his throat, he set his book down and descended the steep, narrow staircase to the doorway below, cautiously turning into the main room and wondering just what he'd done to be catching hell."I work my ass off all week and I put up with those dumb shits that call themselves job bosses. So I come home to have a few beers and. How do you propose to prove that you're not?"I had expected this."To do that will require the help of Captain Cartwright." Captain Cartwright is dead." No," I said, "he's not. If I had to guess I'd say he's in the ante roomoff this one, listening in on everything being said."There was a moment's pause, then the ante room door whooshed open andCaptain Cartwright strode out."The young lady appears to know just about everything, gentleman," hesaid, "but I have no idea how I'm supposed to prove. She smiled.“I like it when you hug me from behind. Can you come into me that way?”Richard did not hesitate. Her well formed backside was too enticing. He moved behind her and guided his member into her slippery opening. When he found purchase, he penetrated her as far as possible, whilst he wrapped his right arm around her chest. Ellen pressed her backside against him and tilted her pelvis to achieve deeper penetration. To Richard, this felt like heaven, whilst the rocking motions of Ellen’s.