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Marathon Man
Date: 10/29/2016, Categories: Fiction, Boys/Teen Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Author: JohnnoAllthwaite, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com
street, how'd it get past bollards?" I asked. "Not that sort of coach!" Dad said. "Oh, well I hope someone got the horse shit for their rhubarb," I replied. "Oh give me strength," Dad said, "Not a fifty four seater Bedford Duple, not a coach and horses a bloody athletics coach!" "Right," I says. "Only want's to sign you up as an Athlete!" Dad says. "Right," I says, "What's in it for me?" "Gold medals lad!" he says, "Honour of the country!" "Right," I says, "Sod all then." "I don't know," Mum says, "That Saddam Hussein did alright for himself." "She means Hussein Bolt," Dad says getting it wrong as well. "Sprinter," I says, "Right." "Or that Nigel Phelps," Mum added. "He's a swimmer Mum," I says, "Give me bleeding strength!" and I went up to bed for a lie down and I was so knackered I didn't wake up till Suzanne called round Sunday teatime. There was this bloody row, "How was I to know you were his girlfriend!" Suzanne was saying. I legged it downstairs, Sandra was going at Suzanne like she was some guard dog or some such. "Leave him alone!" she said. "Is she your girlfriend?" Suzanne asked. "Was," I said, "Al's sort of took her on, I just pokes her now and again." "You said you loved me!" Sandra said. "I was pissed, you still charged me though," I reminded her. "Mates rates," she said, "And you had a blow job." "Ugh!" Suzanne sneered. "Don't you walk away from me!" Sandra snapped and she swung at Suzanne, Suzanne dodged smacked Sandra in the nose and flipped her on her back ...