Who knows how much they cost over here. And he writes and ‘does favors?’ At that rate, he must have done favors for either a lot of people or some...pretty important people, or both. Or maybe it is just a lot of important people.’ She interrupted her musing to shampoo her hair, working to get the jam out of it. ‘Raspberry preserves, Samantha,’ she corrected herself as she ran her hands through her now clean hair. She had to admit though that as bad as the day had started out, things were not too. But then her expression returned to its somber state as she started to pack her stuff up to leave. “Where are you going?” “I’m going to fail this test, so why continue wasting your time when I’m sure you have better things to do. It’s not like you’re going to…” her voice trailed off leaving his brain screaming at her to finish that sentence. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Confused by his question, she replied with a simple “no.” “Oh, well, I just thought if you did… that could be your model.” . Her hand came gently onto my cheek, “ Look, I want you know I got a real buzz with that kissing we did; I’m hoping it was OK with you too?”“Yea, it sure was a cool birthday surprise Mom.”“Please ... now fathers gone, call me Shelia; would you Dick?”“O k then ... Shelia.” I whispered as my pulse race.Her hand took mine onto her breast while whispering, “ You can handle them if you like Dick.”As my hands ventured over her taunt breast, her hand ran down over my hardened cock and then released it. A couple of weeks later, I had to leave town for a week long business trip. I was gone about 4 days when I got a chance to get back early. I arrived in the early evening and drove home. There was Frank's car in the driveway but not Mary's. I went into the house, started walking to my room when I heard the familiar bed creaking from Frank's room and his "Oh yeah baby"s. The voyeur in me took over.I went outside the apartment and up to Frank's bedroom window. I peered into the side of his blinds..