He probed whatever it was with his tongue. “I don’t know Miss…sort of.”
“Sort of? BeePorn “Oh Miss Johnson!”
“Hi Joey, I‘m glad I‘ve caught you in,” she said calmly. “Give me your hand Joey,” said Julie. Clarissa Johnson was well aware of the effect that she had on teenage boys. He would sit on his ottoman, cock in hand, his breathing laboured, beads of sweat on his forehead, as he enjoyed the show. He was fit and not a bad-looking lad, but he was innocent. “It’s just through here Joey.”
“Oh…where? Clarissa Johnson was well aware of the effect that she had on teenage boys. She knew he was, but wanted him to admit it. “Miss Johnson, you’ve locked the door.”
“Miss Johnson?”
He stepped back and sat on the bed, his mind in a whirl, trying to find a rational explanation for what had happened. He was unable to look away, and was still staring as she stood up and looked across at him, still lingering on the kerb.
