She can only bill you for the time, not take a cut.”“Thanks. I owe you.”“You’re welcome. And this is all part of mentoring.”“You’re a ...ood friend, Mr. Adams. And a good man.”“Thanks.”September 15, 1995, Chicago, Illinois“She’s here,” Kara whispered on Friday evening, just before we were going to sit down for dinner. “And she wants to talk to you.”“You have to send her away,” I sighed. “I simply can’t talk to her without risking trouble from her mom.”“What do I tell her?”“Exactly that - her mom. A car went by with teens in it and honked as they could see her tits. He told her to turn so they could see both her tits and give them a show. She turned to the window and the boys stayed by the car staring at her tits. He then told her to play with her nipples as they watched. She then rubbed and pulled her nipples putting on a show for the boys. As she played with her tits for the boys, he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and found her pussy. As he watched her entertain. I giggled at the thought of her talking to my roommate while I fucked myself on her bed, and she shushed me before walking into the living room. "No, I got past it, no thanks to you. You owe me a coffee after the next meeting."Jilling off wasn't as much fun without an audience, so I reluctantly gave it up and decided to hunt for some food. We'd missed lunch and dinner, and the ice cream we'd played with last night didn't really count. Still naked, I followed Stacey out into the other. We run every other day. Some of the kids are talking about having a beach party down at the lake west of town. Personally, I have only been there twice, both times with my parents years ago. I'm not allowed to date yet, but I might get permission to go to this, if it is just a group deal. Becky and I have been talking about this. We are both a little reluctant to go that far out of town, even if it is with a group. I 'm sure it will be alright, but still, it makes me a little nervous. I hope.