Fifteen minutes passed and nothing stired, I was getting bored, something was needed to get the ball rolling and suddenly the light went on, not the o...e in the room I stood, the one thats in your head, when you get an idea.Simple, I looked like her, when seen from afar, so everything I did he would think it was her.Bending over her I made sure she was slepping, she did not dissapoint, she was way out for the count.Opening the curtains on her window fully, I switched her room light on, crept. My mother was out until very late. Jeff had said, "I need your house and your daughter Friday night. Go to dinner, a show, whatever you want, just don't be back before 2AM."And she agreed. Not a single question. Not a "What are you going to do with my daughter." She just said, "OK, Jeff."So Friday night, I was sitting on my bed, alone in my room, wearing a sheer white teddy. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was damn sexy, if I do say so myself. My hair was neat and down and I was wearing. But who cares anyway it would just be for the fun of it. I cannot imagine it would be anything but a physical act with no attachment. You know that fear goes both ways. As hard as it to believe, there are guys out there with bigger cocks than me. You might get hooked on one of those big cocked youngsters and I would lose you.”Heather laughed, “Not that I’m saying yes, but I am curious.”“What caused the turn around from being mad at me to giving me a great blow job?”“You’re right I was mad, but. Where'll we go? How about John Ash, it's quiet and we can have dinner too, I'll buy." I locked back up as we talked. "My living room. Let's take your car." she said, and smiled. Her smile was like a bright light and I decided to follow it, like a moth. She took my hand briefly, squeezed it then let go. That simple gesture made me feel great. Things got brighter and I could see more clearly. I don't know, maybe I had just started caring a little. I haven't really cared about what happened to me.