"Christine, please, rest assured that your presence in my home is not inconvenient. Erik and I are pleased to have you as a guest for as long as you w...ish. Is that not true, Erik?"Erik's face turned a deep crimson and he nodded his assent, while at the same time he maintained a grip on her hand that looked almost painful. Christine, however, did not seem to mind his touch, but rather, leaned into him and smiled demurely."Oh! This should prove most interesting. These two will make me wish that. And still, he'd made no move to take advantage of her blatant offer.Charlene pulled his head down, meeting his still-stammering lips with her own. Her mouth was open in moist, yielding invitation and as soon as the first contact was made, she let her tongue slither out and in between his teeth. His tongue jerked back at her touch, as though burned -- but she pursued him.Within moments, their tongues were dueling on the playing field of their wetly joined mouths. She could feel his dick swelling. Our house was small. We slept in one room and the aunt slept in the adjoining room. At night I would get my own back on her by leaving our door ajar. Our lovemaking would have been quiet vocal and even without the door open she would hear most of it through the thin dividing wall. But so that she could hear the wetness of it, the slipping and sliding, the coarseness of it all, I ensured that the partially open door would leave her gagging for it out there while she fingered herself to sleep.. .." Archie said, "What she's trying to say, Ronnie, is 'Do you know anything about what's happened to Jug?'" "Why, Archiekins," Ronnie purred, "Whatever do you mean?" "Uh..." began Archie, looking flustered, "Well, Betty said you were acting strange yesterday... kinda like Jughead, and I... well..." "Really, Betty, "Ronnie said, pirouetting, "Do I look like Jughead to you?" "Look, Ron, you and I both know you were pretty fucked up yesterday." "I know no such thing," Ronnie said, tossing her.