He cleaned up with a towell his cum and mine and threw it in the dirty clothes while I was getting my things together and pulling my pants back on. I ...as thinking of takeing the towel with me but instead left it. He seemed relly happy at what just went down and I knew I could trust him not to tell his mother what happened in her kitchen. I can't remember much after that except we kissed one or two more times and I think I even put another 20 on the counter grabbed my tool bag and order tablet. “Now, the reason I agreed to have dinner with you, Mr. Salazar (she emphasized Mr.) is that you said you would help me with my report on multi-unit housing.”“The reason I invited YOU to dinner Miss Ashley McClain is to get to know you better,” besides hoping that I might get into your pants one day. “Because of our first two visits, I am convinced of your brilliant analytical mind. As far as your report goes, you’ll get an A regardless of what I say. But you can use my name as a reference if. I too looked down at his shaft while I slid down it. I was amazed that so much cock could fit inside me. Finally I was all the way down on him and I started to grind on him. I don’t think a minute passed before I felt another orgasm coming and this time I went for it. I fucked James hard until I felt a flood of my juices burst. I squirted all over his young cock and my body shook violently again. I nearly passed out. This k** had a way of taking me to places that no one else managed. He didn’t. Well ... In a way I could. There was no one at our table except Peggy and me. Not that we planned it. No one seemed to have any interest in dancing with us, or partying with us. They seemed to be more interested in pointing at us when they thought we weren't listening.I was sure that they were whispering about us. How dare we show our faces here? The party we were at was our small Michigan town's New Year's Eve blowout.I suppose there was a time when I would have enjoyed this party immensely..