42: Don't Act Innocent

Camilla Frankie quickly turned her face away, and in the same motion, I rose from Justin. I hastily got dressed while Justin wore his briefs. "I guess you both are done now," Frankie said, still not facing us. "Yeah, we're done," Justin replied, and then she turned around to look at us. "Okay, what was that?" She asked Justin, crossing her arms. "What was what?" He raised his brows after he had gotten up. "You both were fucking on the couch." "Yeah, and anything wrong with that?" Frankie sighed, hitting her face. "Look, Justin. If you both want to do that, then you can go to your room or book a hotel. You know mom's around, so I don't think it's a good idea for you both to be having sex in the living room, right on the couch." "Your mom's around?" I asked Justin, now looking at him. "Yeah, but she's probably sleeping right now. It's no big deal." "Justin!" An older lady's voice echoed from the stairs, and there she was: Justin's mother. She hadn't changed at all since the la