Suddenly there was a glimmer of what the right thing to do was."Helen, mind if I sit down?" Suit yourself."I sat on the bed, not making any motions to...ward her."Can you just fake it?" I asked."What, fake an orgasm?" she snickered."She said she wanted to hear it." I grinned, "I figure if we bounce on the bed and you do your best Meg Ryan impression..." Oh god, that's classic." She laughed quietly, unfolding her arms, and swinging her feet to the side.Trying to keep a straight face, I began to. I heard my own words as he moved a little, suddenly realising the little dew drop bubble escaping from the slit was getting bigger, was he cumming because of me looking at him?My heart was pounding, it was one of those moments, 'Fight or Flight', but my legs had gone weak, and I could feel myself involuntarily clench and unclench my buttocks as it spread through my crotch, he was going to try and fuck me, put that huge thing inside me and take my virginity, even my pebble hard nipples were. "Start with my hair," he commanded, closing his eyes. I took a deep breath and started pouring warm water over his head, soaking his hair. It was soft and jet black but still glimmered in the light. I lathered the soap, gently scrubbing his hair, my fingers running through thick, silky strands. I listened as his breathing relaxed and grew calmer. I rinsed the soap out and began to wash the rest of his body. Gently, I scrubbed his back and then his arms which both were strong and muscular. His. I felt authorized to gloat.Wives or girlfriends escorted most of the men. Boyfriends escorted a few others. Darlene's field of viable targets was limited unless she lowered her standards or went in for a threesome.I pitied the lucky guy who won Darlene's attention. She had the uncanny ability to read people like a book and play them like a deck of cards."Compliments of the house." Our curious barkeep did a visual inventory of his own as he set a beautifully mixed and handcrafted White Russian.