She had helped out the geek, doing her part to help those less fortunate than herself. She'd probably laugh about it ... tell her boyfriend about it a... she hugged him later that night.Wait a minute. Why would she give me her number if she had a boyfriend? Would she just make up some excuse when I called? Did she, too, do her part to keep all those shampoo companies in business? Or would she just be generally vague about it: "Sorry, I can't tonight ... or the next night, or the next. Call me in. Connie bolted upright, controlling the shriek down to a quiet 'eep!'as the reality of a new morning overrode the nightmare of drowning.The sheets were soaked with sweat, and the young woman looked forwardto a quick shower.Nicole dived in and out of the bathroom to take care of urgentrequirements; she'd taken a shower the night before to avoid amadhouse morning, and the sweat-soaked appearance of her companionreaffirmed the decision."Connie, I'm done in there. The shower's yours."Makeup would. He’s hot and it’s been a while.” “Let’s surprise them with blowjobs, right here, behind the plant.” She looked startled, then grinned and nodded. We walked into the alcove and the men started to rise. “Don’t get up, guys, we have a surprise for you,” I said as I knelt in front of Mark. I spread my legs and he smiled as he saw up my skirt. His jaw dropped, though, when I unzipped him.I unfastened his belt and tugged down his maroon undies. My hand closed around his cock and gave him a couple of. It was only open a crack. Perhaps it was just my imagination that allowed me to watch her fully please herself to a complete orgasm. I knew better. It did happen. However, it looked like we both were going to act as if it never did.That suited me fine because I was obviously nervous and concerned with how I would deal with my mother now. If she was going to simply act as if nothing happened, so would I. It looked like my mother and I were going to play a little “game” here. I could do that..