"If you go, remember, there's no way of knowing just who it might be behind the wall. Okay? It could be a guy, or a woman. You really don't know. But,... he said, pausing, "when I went there---whoever it was gave the best goddamn blow job I'd ever had! So, the point is: You can't be too picky or choosey! You take whatever is on offer. Or, don't go."I didn't go right away, but I kept thinking about. I even went to the adult bookstore and browsed around the magazines and tapes, and I even bought. I call out, but there’s no response. I see him enter the room, and I immediately know. I know his shape. His movements. His scent. I sit up to greet him, but he’s already at my side, his lips crushing mine with a kiss. Our tongues tangled together in a lustful battle, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel that he’s still wearing his uniform. I run my hands across his strong shoulders before they make their way to his neck. I pull our bodies closer wanting to feel the heat of. I imagined that he was probably sucking her tits while his buddy fucked her. And at that point I discovered something interesting: I found it extremely arousing to have my view blocked. I could see enough to leave no doubt about what they were doing to my girlfriend. But not being able to see the mouth on her tits, the cock in her pussy, was just enough of a tease to drive me wild. If I’d been a little more sure that I could get my pants down without knocking the golf clubs over, I would have. As I reached mom’s bedroom, I saw that she didn’t close the door completely. And through the small gap that was there, I saw her changing clothes. She unhooked her blouse and removed it. And then she unhooked her bra and removed it too.For the first time, I saw boobs in real life, and just at the look of them, my cock was erect. And they were so beautiful and big and white. Then she removed her petticoat and went into the bathroom. Even though I wanted to move, I couldn’t, and she came back.