Thirty minutes later I was walking from the house and climbing into my car. When I arrived at Gina’s house, Sandra was stood by the gate. ‘Back ...or more I see,’ she sneered. ‘Hello Sandra,’ I replied, letting my distaste for her attitude show. ‘I’ve just left my mother and she looks like a whore, dressed the way she is.’ ‘She chose to wear it Sandra, not me. Your mother wears what she wants. I don’t tell her what to wear.’ ‘Bullshit. She never used to dress that way until you showed up.’ . Later, we would talk about it for several years, mostly at shower time. Carol looked back over her shoulder for an instant and advanced, in a way that seemed perfectly normal – as though she had cereal bars for us, or energy drinks even though her hands were now empty. No-one else at the front of the bus was looking our way. As she went past my seat towards the back of the bus, she glanced left at me; first into my eyes, then down at my shrinking cock. I thought I detected a tiny smile – the. More

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