Wait here." Great, she is going get a condom. She leaves, and now I'm standing naked next to Amy and her mom."Billy," Mrs. Donna says. "Your mom is ri...ht. You are going to make some girl really happy one day. Maybe it will be Amy." I can't believe she said that. I can't believe my Mom told her that. Both Amy and I blush. Although, I would love to make Amy that happy girl soon.Mom returns, "Here you go." She starts rolling the condom on my stiff member. The condom is blue and ribbed. She turns. " Now that was surprising. I exclaimed "What, you help as well?" Surely not I thought, not my lazy 22-year-old daughter who won’t help me at all around the house. Clare said almost mockingly "She just asks nicely and everyone mucks in." I thought, good for her. She must be some woman. Mind you, if she actually gets Clare to help around the house maybe I need to meet her and find out just how she does it. She must be wonder woman at least. “Anyway Mum, I asked Sally over for Saturday. " Don't be ridicules," Susan told him. "I told you, you were more than welcome to come up and join us in the first place, there's plenty of room here so you can spend the night."I noticed that Bill's look was less than enthusiastic upon hearing that, but then so was Rob's, even though Bill tried smiling with understanding towards his son upon hearing Susan say that.But it was clearly evident the night was basically over. Rob and I soon excused ourselves and said good night, wishing Jared well. Music is something you create with your own hands with the help of an instrument, not something you let a computer create. Real music just melts into your thoughts. At some point the lyrics and melody just become a feeling.The second I sit down and look around I feel a little bit sorry for the other students. Divided in their groups they stand around. Interaction between those groups is a rarity and only happens out of purely egoistic motives. The central table is reserved for the basketball.