There went my doorbell Mother, it's probably my dinner. Bye Mother I love you."I hung up before she started again. I really hope that this time mother...will realize what I am saying and give up trying to smother me with her love. Isn't it funny that smother is just one letter off from mother.I went to the door and opened it to see Debbie Carlson, my latest fuck buddy. However, also with her was: Gail Olsen, Chip Henry, Brad Foster, and Amber Kinsey. Brad was holding three pizza boxes, and Chip. Six of them were some of the male strippers. The other eight were men they had danced with at Carl's Club who had found out about the hotel plans for later in the evening. They guessed that the dancers had each fucked four of the women and the other men had had sex with two or three. So the six women had been laid about 44 times Saturday night and Sunday morning. That meant that each woman had been screwed about 7 or 8 times, and none of the husbands suspected a thing! Since it was Cindy's. The kissing, the moans and gasps of some faceless woman I was never likely to meet being pleasured, the whispered urgings of 'fuck me’ or 'harder, harder’ … then the headboard and bedframe creaking as the bloke worked himself up to a groaning climax.If Sandra was with me, she usually slept through it, but I would be lying awake stroking my cock, ear pressed against the adjoining wall, trying to commit every sound, every murmur and sigh to memory.A shadow moved on the other side of the door,. "Not this time," he told her, causing her shoulders to drop. "Maybe nexttime." If there is a next time," my brother said from the couch where he waswatching TV. He apparently didn't think I had a chance. Then again, I'dmade sure not to let him hear me sing too much. Maybe he didn't know howgood I was. I was still starting to realize how good I was."Anyway," my dad continued. "We can talk more about the details later.You go have fun with your friends for now."He winked at me, confirming my.