Mrs. Johnson looked at me with a concerned look. Tasha took my hand and squeezed it. We went inside and began our daily routine. Both of them were con...cerned. I was concerned, I knew what the Benson’s had done was ethically wrong. I also knew that what they allowed us to do was legally wrong, but guys and girls my age have sex everyday. The way I saw it was the Benson’s took charge and set rules and safeguards on actions that were going to happen anyway. I did not want to be the one that caused. I had never seen one before. I soaked the dildo in my pussy, still full of Frank's semen and my juices. I fitted the well-lubricated dildo into the harness and moved between Frank's thighs.I presented my cock to Frank's hole and slowly worked it in. We talked a little as I fucked him until I noticed a certain urgency in his breathing. Then I stepped up the pace, fucking him hard and fast. The strapon wasn't really doing anything for me, but oddly as Frank's orgasm approached, so did mine."Oh,. He saw Carol leave the shop, at first he hardly recognised her. She was dressed in a white rubber mackintosh, with a headscarf and carried an umbrella against the evening drizzle. She looked carefully up and down the street before she started walking quickly towards the nearest underground station...Dressed as she was, it made it easy for Tony to follow. Her whole demeanor made Tony feel a little suspicious, so he decided to keep at a distance, expecting her to catch her usual train home.. She tried her best not to reveal her apprehension when shecalled, "I'm home!"Uncle Craig and Aunt Mary appeared on the stairs leading to theirapartment, and freezed with a surprised look."Matt," Aunt Mary asked, "is that you?" Yes, it's me," she said.They stared at her for a long, awkward moment before her uncle Craigopened his mouth again."What are these clothes?" he asked, visibly confused."My old clothes don't fit anymore. I had to buy some new ones."Once again, silence fell.Her hands.