She was pretty sure that he would jump at the chance to join the commune.“Who?” Jack asked with a frown.“The kid who does the computer training ...t the library,” Mary answered.“I thought he lives with his mother,” Jack said frowning.“They are losing their house. The family is looking to move in with his aunt,” Mary said.“I like Daryl,” Dave said.Jack’s cell phone rang. The whole room turned to watch him when he answered it, “Hello.”“Jack, Trupti just got off the telephone with her father. She’s. Maggie, of course, had noticed it immediately and grinned knowingly. ‘Ready?’ she murmured seductively. ‘Because I’m looking forward to seeing the inside of that boathouse – especially the ceiling!’ Giggling like naughty school children, we slipped out of a side door and made our way down the garden towards the lake, before tip-toeing up the outside staircase of the boathouse as though the surrounding trees were full of people listening out for us. ‘What if it’s locked?’ I whispered, my hand. Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?” “Pussy and bitch. I asked Mom, but I don’t think she told me the right meanings.”“Son, never ask your mother about these things. Ask me. Let me explain what they mean for you.” He pulled a Playboy from his workbench, turned to the centrefold and drew a circle around the pubic area.“Everything inside the circle is pussy,” he said.“Okay, Dad. Then what’s a bitch?”“Everything outside. Then I began thrusting.“Yes,” she hissed. “Your ... injection tool ... is wonderful.”“Thank you, Miss. And if I may say so, your pussy is also wonderful. It’ll be my pleasure to inject you this morning.”At that point, we stopped talking. The bed squeaked as I fucked her, but at the time, I didn’t care. All I cared about was her pussy and how it surrounded my cock with warm wetness. I could almost feel the flutters when her muscles contracted around me. As I pumped into her, she arched her back.