His cock stiffened in an instant, and two seconds later he was coming. Wheeler staggered backwards and steadied himself against his workbench."Maddie,...no ... ungh, ungh, ungh..." he grunted over and over.Maddie almost laughed. Wheeler sounded as if he was having a really bad bowel movement. She removed her hand after a few moments; his pants were stained and her palm was moist. She ripped a heavy duty paper towel from its roll that lay on the bench and fastidiously wiped her hand.Wheeler looked. I still had that boner so I started to jerk off with her bra and a pair of her dirty thongs from her hamper. About 15 minutes later she walked into her bedroom and saw what I was doing. Then she asked me if I would like to see her model in her bra and thongs.As a 18 year old male I said yes! She came back out and spun around and I got to see her buttcheeks because she had a thong on.I dropped my cell phone on the floor, and she picked it up for me and I saw her whole cleavage. She caught me. Whether it was the alcohol, or his kindness, or both, I do not know, but I asked him to stay, that I could explain. He told me that there was no need for me to explain anything, that I was the prettiest girl that he had ever dated, and that what was in my panties made me even more interesting than other girls. Wow, I nearly fell over, I was blushing so much that he told me that my cheeks were glowing red like stoplights. We both laughed at this. He asked if he could look under my skirt. With. And not even your charming English accent is going to change that,” she whispered.As the song changed, we returned to the group and realised just how late it had become. Patrick and Susan had already left and the crowd was beginning to thin out.“It was great to meet you, but I’m heading home,” Emily announced, as she and her friends went to grab their coats.“Wait… wait, can I get your number?” I asked desperately. “Why would you need my number?”“Well… well… what about that weed? You said that.