I sat down in the front room as he turned on the Playstation and he asked what I'd like to drink."Just a glass of water mate" I replied, grabbing my c...ontroller as he walked to the kitchen. I'd been at his house more than I have for the past few days, but never looked in detail at the furniture around me. I noticed a family picture of him, his parents, and of course, his sister. They all looked pretty young, with my friend most likely only entering puberty. I looked at all the other pictures as. Joyce told them that I had been there all day on Wednesday. She didn't mention the short time that I went upstairs. No one else was able to contradict what we had said. It was odd, because Joyce and I had not conspired ahead of time, yet we both said the same thing. The police did indicate that the fire at Frank's house was definitely arson, but had nothing else to go on. They were very, very careful not to mention my wife, or her part in the whole situation. I found that interesting. I was. Melissa was slender but probably slightly below average height for her age; around 5’. She had long elegant limbs which gave her a slightly clumsy demeanor that only contributed to her alluring inexperienced sexuality. Her hips were small as was her young, still-growing ass. Her skin tight dress, that ran from just below her shoulders down to half-way up her skinny thighs, detailed all of her features. It was particularly forthcoming with the size and shape of her breasts.Luke was curious how. And as she rises, so begins the gentlest of undulations. It is as if her body is an anchored boat moved by the laziest of ocean swells. Such a gentle rise and fall.His fingers play her nipples, and her fingers play her cunt. In her depths, something seismic threatens. In an instant, his hips buck, and she rises, carried upwards by their momentum as Harrington empties himself into her depths. The thought of his cock ejaculating so deep inside makes her feel the wanton whore she fears she is in.