“Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said, sounding bashful.“Anything I can do to help?” I asked.He paused. “Can… can I feel your pussy?” “Go wash ...your hands in the bathroom outside the booth and to the left.”The man quickly left and washed his hands while I wiggled out of my shorts and undies. Dad watched uncomfortably. “You can look away, if you want.” He didn’t respond. His face looked hot and uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if he was upset or not. Booth one returned, and I turned my back to the wall,. And somehow the end of my prick had made its way above the waistband of my shorts.My first inclination was to pretend it didn't happen and fake sleep if I couldn't achieve it for real. Maybe I could clean it up and she'd never know. That would require me to get my arm out from under her and move away from her back to get a rag or some Kleenex or something. And I knew she wouldn't stay asleep for that. Plus, the mess would not come clean. I knew there would be some slime, the nightgown would be. "So you were protecting me?" No, Mr. Calloway was protecting you. I would have brought you along to take some of the heat off me." My hero," Robbie said in her Scarlett O'Hara voice."Looks like you got more than you can handle," a voice said. Three of the ball players were crossing the parking lot, heading toward a pickup."No. He's got more than you can handle," Robbie snapped back, and then kissed me."Yeah, baby," Tami added in a passable Austin Powers imitation before following Robbie's. ”As she said that, she took off her rain coat and stood before him in her red headed glory. Tyrone’s cock almost burst out of his pants. This gorgeous little slut was standing there wearing a blouse that was far too small to contain her tits that were trying to burst out, a school tie, a short tartan skirt that barely went to mid-thigh, knee socks and little girl shoes. This slut could have been miss Teen America. But in a few minutes he would be driving his big Black cock into her tight teen.