She hurried to explain. "It's just, well you know, single woman, blonde, most guys hit on me. They try their luck. I turn them down. That's how it goe...."I nodded again. "I guessed you'd be beating them off with a stick."She shifted in her seat. “But with you, well it’s not quite like that. The thing is...you're the first one I haven't turned down." Her eyelids lowered and she peeked at me through dark lashes. "The first?" I repeated. The thought hadn't occurred to me, but as she said it, a. I sat at the empty table and wondered where momma was. The bathroom door was ajar with the light off so I was concerned. Why did she leave Vicky alone with these men? One of the men grunted loudly, I wasn't sure which one, but knew what that sound meant. He was polluting her body with his cum. Slowly the one kneeling behind her backed away, panting. It must have been him who grunted. He traded places with the man getting a blow job and the action continued.We met with the men around 2 o'clock. It was a Tuesday morning and I'd normally be at varsity from 9am and getting home at 2pm.My midday class got canceled that day and I ended off going home early, getting home around 12. After parking my car and opening the front door I could hear Bryan was listening to music loud like he often did. Obviously not able to hear that I came home. I decide to go drop my books and laptop off in my room before going to say hi, to my suprise as I walked in my door he was laying naked on my bed, his cock. He was darkly handsome, with those classically smouldering Mediterranean looks, and although he had caught myeye once or twice most of the time his were firmly fixed on Hanna. I felt them following us even when the set came to an end and we made our way back to the table, Hanna positively glowing, while I tried to catch my breath and wiped the perspiration from my face. When the combo re-started a few minutes later it was with a Latin American beat and I told Hanna that rather than risk making.