"She hated it when he just openly talked about their sex life, she had only told her very best friend about what a great lover he was and how much she...enjoyed everything they did, She never explained exactly what everything was. Bridget knew that he was not hers exclusively, too many of the girls at that more or less never ending weekend party had made it pretty clear that they had or were still spending time with him. Although she was jealous of their youth and some of their bodies, she felt. “You don’t have to be gay to enjoy a blowjob,” I said."Well, I'm not being blown, right now."I took that as my cue, and without removing my hand from his cock, I got off the sofa and went between his legs. He had spread them, making his cock the full center of attention. The thing was raised and proud. Magnificent. He had a lot of hair there, but that was not gross. On the contrary, it looked like a real man cock.I was on my knees, watching him, but he kept looking at his cock. Was he shy. Then without me even touching myself I spurted in my pants. It took me a bit to get over that. I went back to the house and pretended to have just come from school. There was no sign of Wendy. She must have been in her room. I listened as best I could when passing her door but there was no sound. I did not dare ask where she was in case I betrayed myself.Boy's turnMark came home pretty late. We had no homework. Mrs D got us to help in the kitchen. I was itching to tell Mark about Wendy but. Vicky and I had packed enough clothes to get us to Sunday.I needed to be back Sunday, no matter what happened in Minneapolis. The C5 and all the things were going to Kampala on Monday. All the arraignments except for a couple of things had been made.Marcy, Lorrie, and Vicky were going to carry Robin and Rachael to get gowns suitable to wear to the Ambassadors gala. I had called Ambassador’s Furnell and Dansky to ask if it was acceptable to bring my guest to the gala after I had explained how.