He imagined Rachel coming. Had she given herself a hand-job with her panties on, or had she just creamed without touching her pussy? He liked to think...she'd been finger-fucking herself, her fingers slipped inside those soaking panties.He wondered what had made the girl horny.He hoped she had been thinking about him while she played with her creamy cunt and got her rocks off. He didn't suppose so, but it was a fucking good thought. He lapped hungrily at the residue of her lust, wishing heartily. ”“There is no chance in hell. None. I’d cut my own dick off before I put it in your pussy again. Now, go away and leave me alone.”She smirked, “I’ll go. But we’ll run into each other again, and you’ll be back in my bed where you belong.”“No fucking way! Goodbye.”I turned and walked into the house and down the hall to my room. Stephanie followed me a few minutes later.“She drove off right after you came inside. Good job. Well, I think so. You did tell her to go away, right?”“Yes, I did. She’s. Hermoine paid Mr Sandhu for the coca cola and he thanked them profusely for there custom with clasped hands and an Indian bow of respect.“I don’t know about you” said Hermoine.“But I always get a sore arsehole when we nick fags of old Sandhu”“Yeah” said Harriet, “me too” ………………………………................................................................................................................................Life went on in Cockington as always . Boring as hell and twice as shitty.Nothing ever. ”I snatched up my phone again.“Please don’t fuck her, Alan.” Charlotte’s eyes were wide and sad. “I’m serious. There’s something about this girl that scares me. I mean, sure: hot twenty-year-old, boring marriage- believe me, I get it. But there’s something else. She’s… dangerous. To us, I mean. She could turn everything upside down without even trying, and that scares me. I’m not sure I want my life upside down. And I’m not sure you do, either.“Charlotte,” I looked her in the eyes and tried to.