I also wondered how Rachel would dress for the meeting with my parents, and was interested and pleased when I saw her close fitting (not tight) jumper...which hinted at her shape, and slacks tight around her bottom and gently flaring below, showing her other shape. Knee-length boots. It was December after all.She was saying by this that she was all woman but demure with it. I admired her style.I was on edge as we approached the house, every sense on full alert for any signs of dislike or distance. Then there was Donna. At least in that case I had a little over a year before anything could happen. But that crush of hers bothered me. There were elements of Becky there, and I most certainly did not need that again. I pushed that out of my mind. Donna was too far in the future to worry about it.What I did need to worry about was the invitational chess tournament next weekend that Larry’s club was hosting. I had asked Andreas for the day off and he agreed. I had asked Becky’s dad to pick me. "She seemed like she wanted to say more. I adjusted myself so that my legs were pointing towards her, my right knee slightly touching her left. "What were they doing?" I asked."They were kissing" she sounded a little excited "I mean, a lot, and I could see she was touching his... um..." His penis?" Yes" her fare skin was turning red "I could see an outline of it in his pants. I quietly went back to my room and then I... touched myself. I imagined it was me that made him hard, that it was my. He grabbed his cock away from me and aimed at myface. I was glad for the blindfold. It kept it out of my eyes. Plus I really didn’t want to see everyone’sfaces right now. I was so embarrassed. I jacked the next cock for what seemed like forever. FinallyJennifer asked for my guess and I said Randy again. Strike two. The third cock wasn’t Randy eitherand I lost my top. After the first cock I sucked for two minutes wasn’t Randy, I knew I was topless forthe night. Strike two wasn’t Randy either..