Needless to say, I was confused, excited, and had no clue what I was reading. One of the nights I was reading, Sebastian climbed in bed with me so he ...could read another book. Yes, this was weird. Sebastian did not read. But I was curious, and after a while, I put my book down and pretended to be asleep. It didnt take long for Sebastian to make his move. Not long after I started sleeping I felt Sebastians hand travel down my body, and under my pants. He started rubbing on my clit, and I had no. . everything ... she had ... and as his lingual muscle penetrated deeper, she grunted, moving her head and shoulders back a bit towards her knees, spreading her cheeks apart just a bit further as she did so. ‘Oh ... damn O’keefe ... you are a good little fucker aren’t you...” she groaned as he buried his tongue deep. After a long minute or two of giving up her pink pucker to his mouth, he stopped, and holding his re-hardened prick at her tight entrance, slowly moved the head forward, trying to. Cold and utterly silent. And then she opened her eyes.I jerked upright in the seat, confused and blinking as I woke up. I was breathing hard and sweating. It was still night and we were parked at a motel, all blue and pink neon shining through the windows. Angela was gone and then I saw her inside through big glass windows, talking to a girl behind the counter, getting a room. I looked around, thinking for just a second that I could run."Hi." The door opened and she was getting in, tossing a. .. before we say, "Sorry boys, some other time maybe."We have a good laugh about it, me and Tiffany, all these poor boys getting to go home horny and frustrated. We know they'll be beating off later, still thinking about us, how hot and sexy we looked at the club, teasing on the dance floor in our skimpy "Look at me, Boys" outfits.Both of us reckon it's probably worse (giggle) for the more dishy ones, the ones we've flirted and played around a bit with.With a really dishy boy, like I say, they.