The band was fantastic and her friends had made themselves scarce when the guy standing beside her had struck up a conversation, and eventually left w...th her. The key turned in the lock and they entered the darkened living room. He tossed his leather jacket on the chair as she went up the stairs towards her bedroom. This is perfect, she thought, no pretense, just a fantastic ending--if looks mean anything--to a long dull workweek. He walked past her into the bedroom and sat down at the foot. Upon returning into the room after a minute or so, Cal had a flabbergasted look on his face.“What did your dad want?” I quickly enquired.Cal then held up the paddle that Calvin had used on me in the workshop. “My dad gave this to me,” he said incredulously.“Why?” I asked in disbelief.“Well, he said that if I was going to spank you, I should do a proper job.”“Oh, fuck, so he heard us,” I sniggered.“He also said that my mother was already in dreamland and that we shouldn’t worry about her.”We. His beautifully shaped wet shiny dick head, glistening, a rubbery like ring preventing the foreskin from recovering the glistening helmet. I, hoping he would return the favour, but instead he simply provides me with an expertly expressive hand job. He licks his fingers, keeping me well lubed, but still, just jacking me with the talent of someone who has jacked off many, many hours on his own. Expert and well trained. Even with my gentle encouragement I knew he wasn’t going to go down on me, so. This time you got the eye-candy, too."Stuck again, "hmmmm?.," was all he could muster. "Cat got that tongue, again? Well, I'll see if I can remedy that. Over here," she motioned. It was small, two-seated, fast - her. She pressed the key ring; it opened up. Pressing buttons, he noted?his, hers or both? She slid in behind the wheel - always sliding in - he dropped into the passenger seat. The cabin smelled of leather and her - another sign? Another "sliding" as her skirt slid above her thighs.