It was more of a casual social gathering than a party. My girlfriend, Sarah, hadn't come because she said that she had other plans tonight and couldn'... come, which disappointed me somewhat because I was looking forward to some drunken fucking with her afterwards but I thought that I might as well go at least.As the evening progressed I had seen a stunning girl at the bar as well. I had no idea who she was but she was stunning and was a gorgeous black girl. I couldn't help but to glance over at. "I'm pleased to meet you, too," I managed to answer in only a slightlywavering voice."This is Luke's friend Carol," said Daisy.We sat in the living room and talked with Mr. Matsumoto, while Mrs.Matsumoto readied dinner. Mr. Matsumoto asked me about school."I finished eighth grade, and I'm starting high school this fall. I'mgoing to take math and science classes definitely. Also band -- I playclarinet."Carol said essentially the same thing, except that she played violin andflute. "Luke and I. "It really is so awfully hot in here, Miss Prosser. An old man such as I needs to be warm but to the hot bloodedness of youth it must indeed be unbearably stifling in here. Why do you not slip out of that awful tweed jacket and blouse? Relax - make yourself comfortable like our pretty young friend here! I seem to remember you have quite the handsomest shoulders and arms of any woman I ever met - until darling Veronica came into my life, that is!"Miss Prosser, with a word or two of gratitude,. I soon spunked up, it came so quick and so sudden, I just let it spurt on the sheet. And that was a mistake. When I came home after school next day, I went up to my room. My mother was in my room. The sheets were thrown back and she looked at me and then pointed at where my cum had dried and made a stain. "What is that, Richard?" she said. I didn't know what to say. It was a man thing, a secret, women couldn't understand. "Dunno, mommy." "Well, I know, Richard. You played with yourself, didn't.