I worked on his erection, moving my hand up and down his shaft, feeling it start to begin to throb and pulsate in my hand. "Fuck me Andrew," I said i... a whisper in between kisses. "You want to fuck the person you are kissing, don’t you?" My hand was firm in its grasp of him and knew that he wanted to. "Yes," he gasped, and I let go of him and sat up and ripped a condom from its packet and rolled it down on his hard erection. I kissed him again and said that I was ready for him. It didn’t. Or rather now, it was her cunt was just inches from my face.“That will do,” she pronounced, looking down upon me, “that’s finally stopped the itching. Ah ... No, you can get up now and I’ll help you wash yourself. I’m fine now. That part ... there,” she gestured with a finger running across her vaginal lips, just inches from my mouth, “is alright and isn’t itching either. I appreciate the helpful thought, but... Oh! I see that you’re regarding me with sexual interest. Your penis is fully. After a while, I asked her what the deal was. She said the boyfriend/girlfriend thing was more a he thing and that she really wasn’t all that into him. Me today, would have jumped all over this. However, I was young and just made a mental note of sorts of their situation. Besides, I really did know if she was interested in me or not. After some more partying, the blonde was sitting at a table with a few guys and gals. I sat down and the blonde said, “Let’s play strip poker!”. “Garcon!” I said,. She had not mentioned anything about her special plans, and I had figured they must have fallen through. I had planned on taking her out to eat, coming home to some great sex and just spending a weekend alone with her. A few minutes after five, there was a knock on the door. She jumped up with excitement and answered the door. I was in the bedroom when she answered and heard a female voice that sounded familiar. I walked into the living room and to my surprise saw my son’s ex-girlfriend. We had.