.." He must havemisdialed, he thought. He tried again, and got the same message. He knewhe had remembered the number correctly, and so, when it happen...d for athird time, he realised she had given him a fake number.His face burned at how stupid he had been. How could he have been sodumb to believe she would have given him her real number. She had playedhim after he had given her the lift, what a cow. In frustration, he toreup the slip of paper with the number on and, he decided to go tonightand. It is ok to say it." I said and she looked relieved but still a little embarrassed."That's right, Mom....a blow job. Mom what is a blow job?" Heather asked and now I was the one tongue tied as I realized just how sheltered Heather was."It is a way to have sex." I finally said as I looked into her finely freckled face with her red hair pulled back. I could not help but think of how much younger she looked than her actual age."I kind of knew that but how does it work? I know about intercourse but. He showed me around the downstairs starting at the kitchen, then into the living room that he called the great room. Next, he took me into a really cool room with a large pool table with a big screen TV on the wall. There were also electric guitars in glass cases mounted on the walls that had signatures on them. I assume they were famous guitarists, but I didn’t stop to look at the signatures. At the far end of the room is a full bar that looks like it belongs in a hotel or something. We. "If you keep talking like that my smile is not the only thing you experience tonight!" She bites her lip as my hand moves down her back and finds her ass that is squished tightly into her white dress. She pushes herself gently away from me, "not yet though" she says, and leads me back into the crowd of people waiting to get a sight of her.Now the event couldn't be over quick enough, and it felt like forever had passed when Jessica took me by the arm, and asked if we shouldn't retrieve to the.