He's found a grant source that will cut the other donor's contributions in half. He's also found an architect in the next town down the road who's ver... interested in the job. He takes my sketches with him when he drives over to interview the guy. Apparently the man likes my sketches so much he asks Dad if he got them from another architect. When Dad tells him I did them, the guy suggests Dad start looking for a good college of architectural design to get me enrolled into. The big concern, of. I would have just flushed it. Keisha came back from what I assumed was the kitchen with a zip loc bag. I put the condom in it and set it next to my pants.“Why are you putting it there?”“Cause I’m not done fucking you yet.”Taking a seat down on the couch, I motioned her over. She turned and went down a hallway, coming back with a towel in hand. Spreading it out, she sat down next to me.The conversation went into a direction that I didn’t expect but should have.“So, was that your first time. . cuz it felt so good I didn't want it to stop... I wanted to enjoy it as much as possible...but I couldn't help it anymore... my legs starting shaking and I cum like crazy...and at the same time as I am imagining that, I cum in real life too...legs also shaking, pussy throbbing...my pussy was dripping wet, to the point where my sheets were drenched...At this point, I can barely move anymore, my legs are numb .. im so relaxed... but im horny again...literally a few minutes later, my pussy. . . Now follow me . . . 'Gwen led me across to the wall and took down . . . a blindfold. She asked me to close my eyes and then wrapped the soft-velvet strip around my head, it blocked out all light and almost immediately my hearing became super-acute, every sound took on a special significance, although for the moment the only real sound was the girlish excitement in our twin breaths.'Now baby, you have to trust me . . . ''I trust you Gwen . . . I feel wonderful . . . floaty and free . . ..