His best fellow 's mum

Seventeen is a difficult age. Josh was randy 24/7, but hopeless with young woman. He wasn't a spotty-faced eccentric person ; in fact, he played rugby for the college. He was fit, unattackable and healthy, and his older sister's mates thought he was quite good-looking, in a ‘ cute'form of way. He hated that news. For whatever cause, he just lacked confidence with girls. He went bright red and couldn't think of anything to say whenever he got near a girl he fancied. Being a virgin was the stone.

He'd heard the former guy cable going on about all the girls they'd shagged, and reckoned at least some of them must be making it up, but not all of them. He just didn't know how to chat up a girl and get her into bed.

At least his best Ilex paraguariensis, Deano, was rubbish with girls too. They hung out all the time, except when Deano went fishing with his dad, which was a couple of weekends a month. He got on OK with Deano's dad, but his mum, Angie - wow ! She was a existent milf - hotter than a lot of the one you see on websites. It was weird admitting that his best better half's mum qualified as a ‘ female parent I'd Like to piece of ass ’, but it was true, at least as far as Josh was concerned. She was thirty-six and really pretty, with hanker blond hair and a sonsy body ; nice tits and a tight rump. She did salsa, zumba and cardio classes to celebrate fit and it worked. Josh obviously hadn't told Deano that he fancied his mum because he'd freak out, and he was at Deano's house quite a lot, so he got to see Angie a lot, too. He wasn't about to fumble that.

He first felt horny looking at Angie when he was about fourteen. Their rear garden met the incline of Josh's, rhythm behind the garage. He would stand at the fence talking to Deano during the summer holiday when his mum would do outside in a lean bikini and sunbathe where Josh could see her. He was sure enough she wasn't doing it to deliberately draw a fourteen-year-old boy feel horny, but that was the event she had on him anyway.

Deano's dad kept a cache of porno mags in the garage until Angie found them, and Deano used to contribute them to Josh. They would often talk about which girl they'd wanked off to in bed and what they'd like to do with them. Josh had never told Deano that he fantasised about Angie Thomas More than any of the girls in the magazine. He'd kill him !

This summer disruption from college was one of the blistering on record book. Deano and Josh spent quite a bit of time sunbathing in Deano's back garden, and Angie joined them on many social occasion. She was really nice and friendly, and Josh wasn't complaining, but it was really unmanageable not to stare, and even more difficult trying not to get a hard-on in social movement of her when he was supposed to be talking to Deano.

Deano went fishing with his dad early one Saturday sunup, leaving Josh at a loose end. That's how he found himself mowing the backward lawn for Angie. He saw her struggling with it, and he had done the gentlemanlike thing and offering to do it for her.

He stripped off down to his shorts to work on his tan while he got on with it. He hated gardening, and would never cut the grass at home, but this was for Angie.

Even though it was still quite early the sun was hot, and he had started to sudate by the clock time he'd finished. Angie was in the kitchen and beckoned him to go inside. She had a large looking glass of lemonade with lots of ice waiting for him.

"Thank you so much for doing the garden for me ”. She smiled at him and his brain melted."Sit here and cool down for a bit."She patted the stool next to hers at the breakfast bar. Then she picked up a towel and rubbed his face and back, making him feel about six.

"You're all sweaty"she said."Why don't you nip upstairs for a quick exhibitor ? There are plenty of towels in the lav. I'm just going to change into my bikini and sunbathe for a bit. semen and join me when you're done."Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Josh drained his lemonade like a pro and followed her upstairs a few seconds later, thinking that if he walked into her bedroom right now he would probably captivate her naked. He would necessitate her in his blazon and osculate her, and then they'd nightfall onto the bed and drop the balance of the day having sex.

He went straight into the bathroom, locked the threshold and turned on the shower.

A short while later he joined Angie in the garden. She was lying on one of two sun-loungers positioned side by side, facing the sun, but sheltered from the sight of neighbours by her garage on one side and the six-foot high hedgerow on the other. The fence at the bottom of the garden was only four-foot high, but it backed onto Josh's garden. His parents were away for the day. It was a totally private spot.

They were alone, and Angie looked sensational, lying there in her skimpy red bikini with her optic closed. She was already a pin-up tincture of golden John Brown, and her pelt glistened with burn lotion. He couldn't assist wondering if her hide was still milky white beneath her bikini. His peter asked itself the same question, so he laid down on his front line immediately and began thinking very hard about how Deano's fishing trip might be going.

A short later, he was laid on his back again, looking at her mammilla when she opened her eyes and caught him. He quickly looked away, and she didn't say anything. Instead she reached down to her left wing and passed him another looking glass. It looked like it contained lager. It wasn't even eleven in the morning. Then she picked up a ice of her own."I forgot ; I'd got this for you. Sorry about the lemonade earlier. I keep forgetting you're a man now,"she said with that brain-melting smile.

He said null, because he couldn't think of anything to say, and took a long drinkable. She was still looking at him."You're More mature than Dean, aren't you ? He would never mow the lawn for me."

"I wouldn't do it at home, either"he replied without thinking, and she laughed.

"Perhaps not"she said. He blushed, and mentally kicked himself.

They went back to sunbathing in silence. A few minutes later she sat up."Time to work on my back, I think ; would you do the pureness ?"

He opened his eyes and saw that she was holding a nursing bottle of sunburn lotion out for him. He sat up and took it. She turned so that she was sat with her dorsum to him. She took two bands from her wrist joint, tying her hair's-breadth in unleash bunches and pulling them forward over her shoulders so that he wouldn't get application on them. He hesitated. She reached up and loosen the thin red string behind her neck. He squirted lotion into one script, squeezing too heavy and getting too much. He hesitated again. She waited patiently. He rubbed his decoration together to spread the lotion and tentatively put his hands on her berm. She didn't react. He slowly began moving, spreading the lotion across her shoulders and down her back, rubbing gently in R-2. Her skin was so easy and smooth, and warm. Massaging her was turning him on.

As he reached her bikini shoulder strap she told him to rend it away from her and get his finger underneath it so he didn't fille anywhere. He was very careful not to go too far around the sides, and then worked his way down her lower back. When he got to her waistband, she said the same again ; that he should put his fingers inside a little, so he didn't leave anywhere uncovered. She must cause been capable to feel his hand shaking as his fingertips skimmed lightly across the kris at the top of her bum, and his heart was thumping so hard he could almost see it jumping out of his dresser.

When he stopped she laid down on her front and asked him to do it again in case he'd missed anywhere. He realised he'd stopped breathing at some percentage point and was holding his breathe. He let it out a little more loudly than he would get liked and started again. She was facing away from him, so he didn't feel too humiliated and was really starting to enjoy it. He got off his lounger and knelt down beside her, so he didn't have to reach over too far.

"Unhook my strap, please. I don't want a tan-line."

Josh's hands didder so much he fumbled his first try and had to try again. There was no tan-line. Angie's back was golden-brown all over. He wondered if her presence was, too. He began massaging the lotion in again and quickly got into his stride. He was beginning to unlax and relish it. His touch became more confident, and he began to get physically aroused. When the lotion began to dry in, she turned her question to case him and said"why don't I rub some on your back ? You don't want to burn, either."

He stopped rubbing her spine and hesitated, panicked really, for a brief second. He quickly turned away from her. Had she noticed the tenting in the front of his short pants from his semi-erection ? His faced flushed. She hadn't reacted, so maybe she hadn't seen it.

He was still on his knees, and she sat on the lounger just behind him. He jumped a piddling when she touched him, but she didn't gossip. She began rubbing lotion into his shoulders and down his rear, and he had never known anything feel as unspoilt as the touch of her hands on his body. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't refastened her bikini top for her. Was she sat topless behind him ? Should he find an excuse to look behind him ? He felt his erection stiffen. As Angie reached his lower back she slipped her digit inside his waistband like he had for her. She was almost rubbing his bum-cheeks, and his cock lurched again, straining hard against his shorts. He would suffer to be very heedful how he got back on the lounger and laid down, so that she wouldn't see it.

Angie was enjoying the experience, too. She had always liked Josh. He had been brought up as a very cultured boy who had been very safe friends with doyen all their lives. She didn't get it on his parents much and had only really talked to draw the time of day or reach transcription for the lads as they grew up.

And now they were almost full-grown men. At her insistence, Josh had been calling her Angie rather than ‘ Deano's mum'or ‘ Mrs Deano'for a while, now. James Dean was maturing ho-hum than Josh. He was quieter, less physical, and just less manly generally. Josh had clearly started to shave fairly regularly if not yet day-to-day, but that still seemed some fourth dimension off for James Dean. Josh was clearly more muscular and acrobatic, too. He had a effective body on him, she mused as she applied the lotion. Nice bum, too !

Her husband Don had been quite acrobatic in his day, and she liked men like that, but that had been a recollective clip ago. His body was mild and overweight these Clarence Day, not firm and lean like Josh's. His push and enthusiasm for life had slowly and quietly ebbed away too, until he only seemed occupy in fishing now, which required relatively petty sweat.

Sex was very hit-and-miss, and over fairly quickly, which was often a blessing as it had become so workaday and oil production now. She had tried various affair to spice it up, but with fiddling success. He just didn't seem interested anymore, which is probably why this handsome, fit young man with an erection seemed so appealing to her all of a sudden.

She had known for quite some time that Josh fancied her. discreetness was never a strong point for teenage boys, or most men for that matter. She had seen him looking at her many sentence but had never embarrassed him by letting him roll in the hay she had caught him doing it.

Several years earlier she had become aware that, like all teenage male child, Dean had started masturbating. She realised that Josh must do it too and wondered if she had ever been the object of his desires in those solitary moments. The thought gave her a chill. It was flattering to get it on that even at thirty-six she might still be attractive to young men in their intimate prime. What a pity that they didn't have the experience to use their sexual vigour to its fully advantage.

She smiled to herself as she pictured the growing erection she had seen in Josh's boxers just before he had quickly turned away, clearly embarrassed by his open reaction to touching her body. She had enjoyed him touching her too, which is why she had asked him in the first shoes. It was her little ‘ guilty pleasure'for today. She wondered how he'd react if she reached around and began rubbing lotion into his stomach and then let one handwriting slowly move down to fondle him through his shorts.

Would he jump up and run away, never to holler round again ? It was certainly possible, and that would be a ignominy. Would he do nix and just let her partake him, simply because he wouldn't know what else to do ? That was perhaps more likely. Could she then slip her hand down inside his shortstop and soupcon him properly, slowly and gently bringing him to wide-cut arousal ? Would he cum in his short circuit on commencement contact ? As far as she knew, Josh and Dean were both virgin.

Would that make her the predatory cougar, using his strong young body for her own needs, or would she be the educator, gently teaching him and sharing mutual pleasure… ?

Her erotic imaginings were interrupted by the phone ringing in the sign."Damn ! Sorry,"she apologised for her language immediately. She got up, smiling as she noticed that Josh carefully kept his spine to her and laid face down on his lounger.

He was disappointed that she had stopped and gone inside, but relieved at the Saame clock time. Maybe his erection would induce worn off by the time she came back out.

She was gone quite a while, and he had relaxed and turned on his back again by the time she returned to the garden."Sorry about that,"she said as she lay down on her lounger, on her back. He didn't respond. She was wearing her two-piece top. When had she fastened it again ?

Almost as if she knew he was thinking about her breast, she asked him"would you mind if I take my top off ? I like to tan all over. It's okay if you don't want me too, though. I don't want you to feel embarrassed."

His mind froze for a moment.

"Err, well, no. I-I mean, it's your garden. It's not up to me, is it ? If you want to…"

"Thank you. That's very sort of you. Would you mind ?"she said as she turned her back to him momentarily, smiling to herself as she did.

His hands shook again, as he unfastened her top, and then he quickly laid back and closed his center. She removed her top and laid back down, looking across at him, as his cheeks flushed a little, and not from the warmth of the day.

"You know, it's OK to look Josh. When a woman takes her top off in public, she understands that men will wait at her. She might even be a little offended if they didn't."

He didn't reply. He couldn't ; the lump in his throat prevented him. He swallowed grueling and opened his middle, looking at her sideways, with barely a turn of his principal. He thought he might actually die at that moment. His heart had stopped licking, he was sure. He was trapped. He couldn't blink, or close his center again, or look away. Time was suspended.

"Let's get past this present moment, shall we ?"she said to him, softly, sitting up and turning to front him."Sit up, Josh."

He was mesmerised. He did as she asked, without taking his eyes off her. Her breast were beautiful ; at to the lowest degree as beautiful as any he had seen in the clip. They were as tanned as the rest of her body.

"Touch them."That caught his attention. His eyes flew up to meet hers.

"What ?"he gasped, before staring at her breasts again.

"It's okay. I'd like you to. We can both relax and enjoy sunbathing again once you've got past your curiosity."

He didn't motility. He wanted to, but he couldn't. She reached out and took both of his hands, placing them gently on her chest. He swallowed hard, still staring at them, and she saw the little movement in the front of his shorts. This might get occupy, she thought.

He recovered from the shock absorber and tentatively began to explore her, squeezing so gently, as if she might break, and gradually beginning to fondle her.

"That feels nice, Josh. I like the way you touch me,"she heard herself say. It was genuine, but she couldn't quite believe she was saying it. Where was she taking this ? What on earth was she thinking ? There was a distinct bulge in his shortstop now, and she definitely liked that. That's what she was thinking !

He had never seen or touched anything as exquisitely beautiful and erotic as Angie's chest. He was simultaneously dying with embarrassment and incredibly turned on. He had fantasised about this countless fourth dimension but had never considered for a moment that it could actually pass - she was Deano's mum !

"Tell me exactly what you're thinking right now,"she said gently.

"Err, I-I think you've got, err… beautiful breasts"he managed to say, his men now frozen in place, still touching her.

That made her smile."Thank you, but I don't think that's how you would say it if you were telling your college mates, is it ? Telling me exactly what you're thinking. I promise I won't be offended."

He swallowed, and his brass flushed."You've got awesome bosom"he said, unable to look at her.

She laughed."Thank you. I know you mean it, now. Come on."

Angie stood, took his hand, and led him indoors up to her bedroom. He didn't resist. He was barely able to intend, he wanted her so practically. In the bedroom she turned to face him. She put his bridge player on her waist and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the brim, just once. His unanimous torso was rigid."Relax, it's OK. Just copy me."

She kissed him again ; a slow, lingering osculate this clip, until she felt his lips finally responding to hers. She continued kissing him and moved closer, pressing herself against his bare chest, and running her fingers through his hair. She felt him relax all at once, taking her in his munition properly and kissing her enthusiastically. His hard-on pressed firmly against her, still trapped in his shorts.

He learned quickly. She let her tongue dart briefly across his back talk and felt him meld into her. She did it again, gradually letting her lingua get bolder as he followed her wind, copying everything she did. She was teaching him, and it turned her on.

Josh was dreaming. He had to be. He was snogging the most beautiful cleaning lady he had ever seen, and she was showing him what to do. She obviously wanted to have sex with him, and his erection was so stiff, held down by his shorts, that it was getting painful. He felt unbelievably horny but terrified at the Saami prison term. He didn't dare do anything unless she did it to him first. The last thing he wanted to do was offend her and make her stop, but he didn't want to seem clueless either. Whatever she did he concentrated on really knockout ; what was she doing ? How was she doing it ? Then he did his just to re-create it exactly, hoping this would never stop but, at the same time, hoping she was going to travel rapidly up and get him have it off her. Was that really going to happen ? He could barely contain his excitement.

She stepped back and knelt down in front line of him, taking time lag of his waistband."You're going to do yourself an wound if we don't set him free,"she said softly as she slowly pulled his trunks down. His cock sprang to attention the instant it was released and came to rest pointing almost vertically at the ceiling."Oh my password, you've got a beautiful cock, and it looks so hard ! Can I touch it ?"she asked, looking up at him with big brown eyes.

He swallowed hard and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Very gently, she curled her finger's breadth around his hot, unbending shaft, half expecting him to recede ascendence and explode all over her face at any moment. She heard him puff and swallow up again. With her brass still just inches away from his putz, she slowly began to masturbate him, not daring to move too quickly yet. Josh watched the whole fourth dimension, without moving.



"Energy that feel skilful ?"She asked, looking up at him and smiling. He nodded."It feels much better when someone else is doing it for you, doesn't it ?"He nodded again. She cupped his balls and stroked him a short quicker and more firmly. He closed his eyes and his breathing quickened noticeably. Without breaking her rhythm, she stood up, and asked him to touch her again. He opened his eyes and fondled her breasts more confidently now, even teasing her mammilla with his fingers. They quickly became tumid.

"I want you to suck them for me. Let's lie down,"she whispered. They broke middleman briefly to get on the bed, and then his oral cavity was on her, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling and exploring. It was her turn to gasp and sigh with delight now, while she continued to gently she-bop him.

Eventually she stopped and removed her bikini bottoms."feeling at me, Josh. meet me there, too. Take your time."

She was shaved smooth. His touch was tentative at first. She moved so that he was between her thighs and parted her now-moist lips for him."Put your fingerbreadth in me."

He was very gentle and considerate ; almost too a great deal so, and she wanted to tell apart him to be more vigorous, but of course of action he didn't know what he was doing yet. She was athirst for him, but knew she had to give him fourth dimension. She guided first one and then two of his digit into her, showing him what to do, and where to apply the force per unit area. She moved her pelvic girdle and moaned softly to signalise her favourable reception. He was getting better all the time.

Next, she guided him to her clitoris and again showed him what she liked. He began to slack up, lying beside her again now, and stroking her more confidently with every passing minute. She began masturbating him again, moaning more emphatically now and urging him on.

Josh had been sure he would cum too soon, and despoilation everything, but he was concentrating so hard now he forgot all about it. Touching her between her leg and inside her felt indescribably right. And then she started moaning and writhing about. Was she just doing that for his sake, or was he really making her feel good ? He hoped that was on-key, because he wanted to please her so a lot, and desperately didn't want to let her down.



When he began rhythmically stroking her clit, just as she had shown him, the lastingness of her chemical reaction surprised him, especially the things she began saying to him ;"Oh God, Josh ! That's it ! That's so good ! Don't stop ! Don't Stop ! You're going to make me cum…"

Suddenly she was crying out, and then moments later she was telling him to stop. She laid back and relaxed, her eyes smiling at him so warmly."Oh, that was beat, Josh. Thank you. Put your fingers in me again. Feel how wet you've made me."

He grinned when he did as she asked. She was soaking. She definitely couldn't have faked it just for his benefit. He'd done that to her. He'd actually given her an coming. He smiled proudly, as she rolled him onto his spinal column, straddled him, and kissed him.

Supporting her weighting above him, she reached down between her thighs and guided the tip of his cock into position, set to stake herself on him. Looking at him, and smiling as she held his gaze, she slowly lowered herself down onto him, taking him fully inside her. He moaned loudly at the extraordinary sensation.

"Congratulations,"she whispered."Now you're a man."Rolling her hips expertly, she rode him, enjoying the feel of his longsighted hard cock moving inside her. She didn't judgement if she made him cum now, and she was pretty sure that he wouldn't brain either, judging by the expressions of sheer delight and incredulous delight on his face as he squeezed and caressed her breasts.

To his credit he didn't cum, and Angie soon found herself cumming again instead. As her coming hit its prime she sat still, hoping Josh could feel her inner muscles spasming against his rigid ray of light."Oh God, can you feel that ? Oh yes, can you sense my pussy cumming all over your endearing stopcock ?"

He nodded. He could sense both the pulsing and the wetness, and it felt amazing. He was having the salutary time of his life and was hoping it would never end.

She kissed him passionately, before rolling on her back, pulling him on top of her."Your routine now, lover boy. Fuck me. Cum in me."

He didn't need any further boost and began eagerly thrusting into her with a f number and exuberance she hadn't experienced in class. His technique and timing weren't brilliant, but she didn't care. She was having the time of her life, too. She caressed his substantial vernal body as he clumsily slammed himself into her at a frantic pace, and he quickly came, long and hard, squirting jet after jet of his hot cum in her, and then collapsed on top of her, breathing hard.

Once he'd got his breathe back she began kissing him again, holding him on top of her, and telling how important it was that he didn't just roll off a girl as soon as he'd cum in her.

"Don't make her feel used. Keep kissing and cuddling her, Josh, and telling her how much she means to you, as long as it's unfeigned - don't ever lie - but washed-out quality fourth dimension straight after ; it will pay dividends, I promise."

A short while later Angie went for a shower, leaving Josh laid on his cover, grinning like the village idiot, and looking at the bedroom ceiling trying to convince himself that everything that had just happened was real, not a dream.

She called his name ; telling him it was his bend. He strode, nude and confident, into the john, still grinning broadly. Angie was still stood in the bathtub, behind the cascade pall."cum on, get in with me."

She pulled him under the spray and after lathering her own hands, she handed him the scoop."Let's wash each other,"she said, running her hands over his chest. Predictably, he washed her breasts first, which made her giggle, but then he moved on. Her body felt familiar to him now, and he took his prison term exploring every inch of her as he washed her. He even crouched down to wash away her animal foot and between her toes, which tickled her. Then it was her turn to wash him. She deliberately left his humanness until last, interested to see what would materialise. As she caressed his cock and stroked his egg with soapy hands, she said"go on, wash my pap again. I like you doing that."

She quickly got the resolution she had hoped for ; another iron-hard hard-on. Oh, the joy of youth, she thought to herself, as she rinsed the max off him.

"Oh dear"she said."look what's happened to your cock. I'll have to do something about that, won't I ?"she said mischievously, and dropped to her knees taking his full length all the way into her mouth.

He gasped loudly and moaned under his intimation as he watched her work on him with her fingers, lip and spit. This was incredible ; his gorgeous aphrodisiacal Angie was actually sucking his shaft, and it felt tremendous. Just as suddenly, she stopped and stood up. Turning to put her hands on the tile rampart, she thrust her arse towards him."piece of ass me again,"she said over her shoulder. It took him a moment to position himself properly before sliding himself smoothly and gently into her. He held her waist and began pumping his hips rapidly, until she calmed him down."Slow down a little… that's better… it's not a race ; it's a pleasance to be experienced together. Make sure you stop before you cum."

He quickly learned the pleasance of taking his time and enjoying it, rather than just going for it, and didn't stop until he felt an coming approaching. When he pulled away from her she led him back to bed and lay back with her branch spread across-the-board. She spent the next ten minutes teaching him how to make her cum using his mouthpiece and tongue, and was well rewarded for her patience.

They laid together kissing, cuddling, and exploring each other for a while, and Angie made sure she kept him put up with constant caresses, not that it was difficult to do. Occasionally she masturbated him vigorously, being measured not to let him cum, and allowing him to cool down before doing it again. She wanted to be sure enough he built up a really big load for her.

As they cuddled up together she whispered in his ear,"Can I ask you something, Josh ?"

"Hmm"he replied lazily.

"Can I be a dirty cunt ?"

"You can be anything you like, Angie. I won't complain."

"I want you to do something to me."

"Hmm ?"

"Would you like to jazz my face and cum in my oral fissure ?"

"Oh wow, yes please"he exclaimed, the look on his face a commixture of shock absorber and delight."That sounds good. I'm not sure how to do it, but if you show me I'll definitely give it a go."

"It's slowly ; straddle my pectus,"she explained while she propped her head up with pillows. Once he was in position she said"right, all you do now is put your hand on the wall, put your pecker in my lip, and fuck me like that ‘ til you're done. Go as fast as you like. okeh ?"

"okay !"he exclaimed as he pushed his hips forward and she took the tip of his cock between her lips. He started slowly and found his rhythm before gathering step. It looked and felt awful, especially with Angie's big brown middle looking up at him the whole time, as if she were almost begging him to hurry up and unload in her mouth. It didn't take long before he felt the intimate throbbing sensation, quickening every sentence. He pumped his coxa faster."Oh, I'm going to cum soon, Ange"he warned her, and pumped his shaft into her as fast as he could, groaning loudly as he suddenly unloaded in her sassing in respective rapid spurts.

Angie moaned with pleasure as she enjoyed the intuitive feeling of his thick stiff cock darting rapidly in and out of her backtalk, its swollen tip rubbing roughly against her lingua ; sucking on it as hard as she could until at last she felt the hot creamy gushes she'd been waiting for, as he came in her mouth and down her pharynx. She swallowed it down as quickly as she could to fend off choking and continued to draw him as he slowed down before eventually collapsing onto his side next to her, sighing with cryptical satisfaction.

"Wow, you're incredible Angie. When can we do this again ?"

She suddenly experienced a wave of guilt trip crashing over her. She had just been unfaithful to her hubby for the first time, and Josh was only a seventeen-year-old boy. However leave he had been, she had taken reward of him just to satisfy her own demand. As if all of that wasn't bad enough, the situation was about to get a whole lot worse if he developed a substantial emotional adherence with her. The last thing she needed was for him to decrease in love with her, which was probably a serious risk right now.

"You know nothing life-threatening can come of this Josh, don't you ? I'm married, and you're far too young for me. You mustn't expect us to do this again, and you mustn't drop in love with me."

He looked hurt, so she tried to soften the puff."I'm not saying it will definitely never happen again. It might. It was certainly a wonderful experience, but you should concentrate on finding a girl of your own age now. I'm always here to give notice you about early lady friend, if you need me, but let's put ‘ us'on the back-burner, eh ?"

He nodded reluctantly, but she could see that she had got through to him."I'll teach you how to tattle to a girl, and then just consider how you'll blow her mind when you finally get her into bed."

He grinned at this."Yeah, you're proper. Thank you. I'll never forget today, even if we don't ever do it again."He smiled at her,"but I hope we do."

"Well, just make certainly you keep today completely mystery, especially from James Byron Dean, and you never know."

She winked at him as she headed to the bathroom again, a little offend to pull in that now the initial pang of guiltiness had gone, she also hoped they would do it again, and very soon .