Down went the zipper, and off went the boxers. Sex Life isn’t great. For such a cute boy, he knew what he was doing. He took it off me, putting down his sponge. He turned up after the silent dinner on the doorstep; and he and Dad just walked back out into the driveway. And the tighter he got, the more he squealed. This charged him up more, and I felt his cold hands tug at my shirt. I thought he’d want to take my shirt off, but he just suddenly rammed them right into my boxers, the sly slut! I just managed to catch him in his unexpected gleeful jump. I was in the back of my hideous dad’s van whilst his employee was making love to me. For all I knew, at the time he could have just cycled into our gate by accident. But my fears were realised when I heard Dad shrieking at him:
“Look what you’ve done! The boy was frantic with movement and was pushing me ever harder against the cold metal. How does this boy know just how to get a guy? And you Alex, you know what happens when you slack behind!” Dad grinned with evil, and both mine and Alex’s faces went white.
