She pushed herself closer, trapping his member between them, until she felt his pulse throbbing through him.He let go of her hand and his arms enfolde... her, holding her heaving bosom to his chest, the other hand gently resting on her buttocks and holding her to his belly and inflexible pole.She could feel herself dripping now, creamy moisture was spreading from her swollen lips to her upper thighs and her sex was crying out for stimulation.She became aware that he was kissing her neck, the mask. The shop smelled of mothballs and was poorly lit. There were racks andracks of cheap second hand clothing on hangers divided into men's,ladies, boys and girls sections.There was one portly but attractive middle-aged lady behind the counterfolding clothes. She eyed her solitary customer suspiciously, or soChris thought, as he made his way through the ladies section to thewindow where the mannequin stood in the window. He waited until therewas no passing traffic outside and spun the price tag. ?" Her eyebrow raised, obviously trying to suss out if I'd gone full grown-up yet."If you got it, roll it" I smiled.I poured a couple rum and cokes and brought them through to the living room. Chloe had already got some music playing on YouTube and was half way through rolling a joint."So what happened this time?" Ugh, just the usual. Mum thinks I'm out whoring myself to anyone that will take me. Dad is still convinced I'm going to end up date raped or murdered in a ditch somehwere. I don't. My pursuit. I hadn't realised I was being followed —I'd been too busy riding, but a patrol car pulled up just past me."Shouldn't you keep after him?" I asked somewhat bitterly."Don't worry ... there's a chopper keeping an eye on him. You've done well, though. Are you ok?"I picked myself up, walked over to the bike and heaved it up. Yup; bent footrest and scraped silencer. Dragging it back to the road I straddled it and kicked it back into life — first prod. Blipped the throttle, and shut it.