I forgot all about the taste of thedamned stuff, this was fantastic."Now I'm going to give you a blow job, on one condition, you do the sameto me late.... Just grunt once for yes." Candy giggled.I tried to say yes, but couldn't form the word, just a grunt came out.But that was OK, it was all she'd asked for anyway. She immediatelyundid my jeans and managed to get them past my hips. I wanted to helpbut I couldn't seem to control my body. She took them all the way offand did the same with my. As we parted he looked sad."Same time tomorrow?" he asked. "I'll probably have to leave a little earlier since my plane takes off at 4pm and I have to be at the airport an hour before that."It killed me to keep my secret, but I just smiled and said, "Sure. I can't wait! I'll talk to you tonight."I waited until 7:30pm to leave my dorm, trying to make sure that he wouldn't be expecting me. I'm sure I looked funny shuffling out in a bulky sweater and a long skirt in the unusually warm fall weather. As for 'flaunting' herself my mother dressed to please herself not anyone else, well not unless it was in play. Had she been able to see the effect she had on the men she came in contact with I think mum might have really flaunted herself, but then I liked seeing my mother in the barest minimum so I would be the last to complain. It struck me as odd that dad could walk out just because of my mother's sexiness especially after all the years they'd been married, as far back as I could remember my. Patti turned on her heel and headed for the exit, but her mobile phone rang just before she got to the door. She checked the caller ID: Lucy. Probably calling with another invitation to dinner out of pity, Patti mused, stuffing the phone back in her purse. Even if it wasn’t that, her dear friend could wait and would certainly understand, and probably applaud, her newfound-at-last resolve. George’s house was dark and showed no sign of what time of year it was, except that it was chilly inside..