Chris tossed the invitation and envelope on top of them and went back to the dorm.Seventeen days later, Chris’ mobile device beeped. That event alon... was unusual enough. Chris never got a comm call. A 15 year-old in the freshman year at M.I.T. just did not have a social life. And phone calls from home? You can forget that. The single-wide trailer behind the truck-stop on I-20 west of Fort Worth did not boast comm service. And it would be a chilly day in Hades before Chris’ mother would use the. I mean my mates were dutifully watching a chick flick knowing their patience would be rewarded in the bedroom later. At that point I’d probably slink away home, unnoticed.But it got worse as the movies smouldering narrative took a surprise soft porn turn on the big TV screen in the lounge room. I suspected it was a pay TV adult subscriber service. I wanted to slide under the floor rug or disappear down the back of the huge U shaped lounge like lost money. Pete was suddenly into some soft porn. He showed her how to get his cock wet with spit. She became inventive and also wet her hands by rubbing it on her pussy and then over his tip. She was pleased when he groaned his pleasure on her actions. She was a quick learner and watched his reactions to her actions. She saw immediately that he loved having the ridge around the tip of his cock caressed gently and kept it very wet as she rubbed the tip and watched him squirm. "Lick me like a popsicle... please baby...". She complied and sucked. Once his cock stopped twitching, I slid my face off him and spit his load into the bucket.“Did you swallow it?” he asked, out of breath.“Of course hon, why wouldn’t I?” I said.“God, you’re amazing,” he said, shoving two twenties through the slot and leaving.I looked over at dad, who seemed flustered. “Guys who make special requests usually tip well,” I explained, trying to justify taking his load into my mouth.“I understand,” he said, looking no less uncomfortable.“It’s not very common.”He.