“Brandy, will you ask your mom to call me, and we can see when they might be free and if they would like to come over.” Mom said to Brandy.“Yes ...ma’am. I’ll tell her you and I’ve met and that you’d like them to come over, my dad is off this weekend, so I’ll try real hard to get them to come over.” Brandy told Mom.“Mom, Brandy, I have to go. I’m so glad that you came over Brandy, and I apologize for not inviting you myself.” I told them.“Rick, I didn’t give you a chance to invite me, and I wasn’t. However, if a girl does any of these things like boys; she is called a slut girl. I remembered one of the monuments in the city of Berno which was a beautifully sculptured marble statue of a naked young boy holding his erect penis and peeing. The water was coming out of the penis of the statue in the form of fountain. The workmanship and the beauty of the entire monument was extremely captivating. All the tourists young and old, girls and boys were appreciatively looking at the art of water. God, if only he had been!I quickly stripped off my clothes and began to run my hands all over my body, tweaking my nipples roughly and sliding my hand downward to my mound. I pinched and rolled one nipple, then the other with one hand, while the other spread my swollen lips and smeared my abundant nectar over my throbbing clit. I rubbed myself furiously in tight circles, and in less than a minute had the strongest orgasm of my young life.My last memory of that night was the smell of my sex. See you Wednesday morning at your office. Cheers."I gave Melissa the thumbs up and I fired up a PC. With that short notice, getting another seat on an early flight to London could be difficult. It was outright impossible, so I got us seats for Tuesday night. "Sorry," I said. "I seem to be taking more and more of your work time from you." Melissa grimaced.Next I phoned the hotel. Certainly, I could come a day early. Certainly, it was a double room; it was a suite in fact. Certainly they could.