She was standing in her bra and panties drying her hair with her towel. She had an athletic build. You would never mistake her for one of those skinny...runway models. She looked to be about a 34D-26-36 and her dark areolas were visible through the thin material of her bra. When she turned towards me I could see she was not shaved and obviously a natural blonde. My eyes must have lingered to long. “Do you see something you like?” All I could do was stutter. She picked up her clothes and handed. He didn’t come across as the stereotype Jack-the-lad; he seemed studious and hardworking. We chatted for almost an hour before he asked me out. A good-looking guy with good job prospects and manners asking me out? It was unsurprising that I swiftly allowed someone I’d just met to sweet-talk me into our first date.Karen and I had been close friends, in truth, more than close friends. I’d known her eight years before I met Rob. She meant everything to me, and I trusted her implicitly. So, it was. My dignity was more important to me than a one-night stand. And she certainly wasn't worth a night in jail either. As I closed the door behind me, I could still hear her ranting."Sam got louder as she growled, "Driving home, I was pissed. I couldn't believe it. Was I that stupid? I made up my mind after that fucked up evening, I wasn't going to date again for while."Sam's voice became tentative, "When I woke up this morning, I remembered what happened last night. It bothered me a little —. I heard a slapping sound and opened my eyes to see Jake had pulled his own cock out and started jerking himself off. He was still sucking my cock steadily, putting my whole six inches down his throat, pulling back to the tip, flicking his tongue around my cockhead, only to put the whole thing back down his throat again. My knees were trembling from the pleasure of it. My thoughts were hazy from the weed, and I stopped watching the sex on TV and started watching my brother jerk his cock. His.