Why would she want to spend a night in a frat house full of drunk college kids?" Actually, that sounded kind of appealing."You're Mom seems like she k...ows how to rock." I felt Ben checking me out again and wondered if Dean could tell."Excuse me, you two don't have to talk about me like I'm not here," I interrupted."Sorry, Mom. Well, what do you think?"I wanted to look like I gave it more thought, so I paused. "It might be fun." I could tell from Dean's face that was the wrong answer. "If having. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see him or anything like that — almost exactly the opposite. It wasn’t even a period-clearing thing, the day after, whatever. I actually wanted to build up my body’s expectation of what was coming. I was totally lusting the whole day. Thinking about him, thinking about what was going to happen… the whole deal. Sarah, my best friend, called me on Monday. She’s having a birthday party on the 1st of February. We had fun talking about it, and I helped her plan it. She pulled her finger out of my ass but continued to massage my swollen rosebud with her fingertips as if to heal the itching with a soft sensuous touch. I panted to catch my breath. I had never cum so hard before. I was totally contented this was what I had come to Amsterdam for. What I didn't realize was this was only a start. She grabbed my waist and pressed her breasts to my chest. I felt her hard nipples. She placed one hand behind my head and forced me to open my mouth to kiss her.. I let my fingertips dance lightly over them making them even harder. Across the way, my unaware subject was now firmly stroking his hard pole left-handed and was pushing his hips forward, his pale tight bottom was a nice size and shape as it thrust his six to seven-inch-long penis towards the mirror, a good-sized ball-sac hung beneath. I concentrated my eyes on that long hard cock and noticed that it was uncut and that as his hand travelled forward and back the big pink glans would show itself.