We drank for about an hour, I was getting a good buzz on and she was a little saucy when I asked, “So what are you doing in town?” She rolled her ...yes at me and said, “I came here with my boyfriend and we were supposed to have a date night, but he went out with some old friends and I haven’t heard anything from him since this afternoon.” “Well he’s obviously a fool,” I said smiling and raising my nearly empty drink to her, “If I was here with you, we wouldn’t be able to have a date night but. Then I felt her hand ease inside my trunks. Slowly she curled her fingers around my shaft. She whispered she wanted to massage the muscle she had just found as she began to slowly stroke me. I was not about to stop her, it felt wonderful!! I could hear her breathing quicken, as she slowly stroked me. It was a bit strange, but I was in no way going to stop it. Then mom asked me to stand up. Nervously, I did. Standing, mom turned me to face her. My hard on was at face level where she was sitting. The thing about scientific tests is that they have to be repeatable. I felt sorry for Chris. It took the whole week, with three sessions a day to allow time for his recovery. A blue pill was used on every test to ensure lack of hardness was not factored into the results. We even measured his horniness level to ensure he really wanted to give her one. We have found that good friction is not always created by putting a large peg into a small hole, it’s also about the need to shove that peg into. I sat in the refectory watching for him to appear, at last he entered and walked over to me."Hi Bella," he said, "can I sit with you." Sure," I said, hoping he doesn't mention my non-existing boyfriend again."I enjoyed myself yesterday," he smiles at me, "any chance I could see you again, you know for a proper date, your other boyfriends allowing of course." Sure," I said, feeling nice inside, "I'm sure I can fit you in." How about Friday night?" he asked."Yeah ok," I said."Great, we can go.