I gratefully took the hat and placed it over my crotch. It didn’t improve things much, but it was still better than my hands.“The hat’s not goin... to get you in trouble with the girls, will it?” Phil asked.“Probably,” I said with a small shrug. I figured the punishment from Jess and Amelia couldn’t be much worse than jail-time after my indecent exposure charge. Would they at least let me get dressed before throwing me in the slammer?A woman in her twenties walked down the street. A girl of. ."Not 'fuck' -- 'make love.' This was Crystal's approach to it. Luke was right; she was head over heels, poor thing. Well, in a couple of days, she could see the whole package -- and she would either love it or we would go our separate ways, both miserable. I knew I would be and all indications said she would, too. Desiree wasn't the backup option she thought she was, because Crystal could always tell her of our sordid beginnings. Objectively, I could still kill Crystal -- but that wouldn't. Put her on the phone..." Fuck off."CLICK.The bastard had hung up on me. Getting mad I redialed the phone. Nobody picked up. I tried three times over the next half-hour, getting madder and madder. Finally I had enough. Grabbing my car keys off the counter I left the house and drove over to Marie's.There was nobody home at her place. That's when I remembered I had dialed Brenda's cell phone. I had no idea where she was, or who she was with. I didn't know if she was there on her own, or if she had. The whoosh sound of my hand moving up and down her legs was irresistibly echoing in the room. The slap and smooch of our lips locking intermittently was driving my senses to a fevered pitch. I could not help but notice Mrs. Magg's crotch moving further and further towards my pants tent. She was almost on top of my hard pole when her mouth moved from my lips and began nibbling my ear lobes.Earlier, when we were face to face I had noticed her full, crimson red lips. Those lips were now lavishing.