I engaged her with my name and remarked that she was very attractive. I was very shy and nervous; she was aware of this and giggled when I spoke. She ...ade an effort to become intimate as she placed her hand on my leg. I rendered no response and she confusedly asked me what was wrong. Reluctantly I revealed exactly what was going on, and that I was completely unaware of what was happening on her side of the arrangement. She laughed affectionately and told me she was an escort, then as she tried. With our lips touching, his middle was above my cock, so we could feel our cocks rubbing together. "I like being here with you, George. Can you show me how to use my mouth on your thingy?" Yes my boy, I'd like nothing better." I spread my legs apart and he slid down between them and cautiously put his mouth on my cock."Use your tongue to lick the head of my penis until you feel like opening your lips and taking the head into your mouth." He was able to manage it without difficulty and knew. Enough was enough. I pushed her skirt up her legs, and placing one hand on each of her thighs, pressed them apart giving me clear access to what I really wanted. Then moving my chair forward, I pressed my mouth to her soaking lips. I fired my tongue everywhere, taking as much of her juice as I could. Still shaking from the orgasm she just gave herself, she leaned backward moaning and pressing her box to my mouth, humping against it harder and harder. She scooted her ass down a bit, and I paused. "Who's winning?" I said as I sat on the couch next to him. I looked over at him as I put my head on his shoulder."Your team," he said as he took a large swig of his beer."Of course." I smiled."Where are the others?" Matt asked as he looked around for the other two."You know." I smiled up at him."Oh," he stared down at me. He knew there was only one reason for the two of us to be alone on a Monday night, especially with playoff applications. We didn't all have the same tastes in many things.