" This was true. The room had air conditioning, but it wasn't on, just the fan with the window open. "No," I said, "I guess not. Maybe I'll do the sam...e." I pulled back the covers, got undressed, and sat down on the bed, picking up my book. I noticed he watched me while I undressed, then went back to reading. Sitting there reading, a little drunk, thinking of that girl sitting in my lap, I started to get hard. I was so embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. Covering myself or getting up would. I just don't know how I'm going to deal with my parents after this."Marigold raised an eyebrow, "What are you going to tell them?"Dawn shook her head, "Nothing. They're just... a lot to deal with when I'm in the best of spirits. After I went to Randy's party and narrowly escaped the first time, they tore into me about coming home late. It was... not a good situation."Marigold made a snap decision, "So, come home with me today."Dawn shook her head, "No. I wouldn't be very good company. I should. There are two aisles with rows of booths on either side, he guides me up one aisle to the last booth on the left, as we get there an elderly man comes out of the booth smiling. My friend hands me some bills to watch the movie and tells me to lock the door behind me as he walks off. I enter the booth, lock the door and put a five dollar bill into the machine and start watching the movie. I moved through the channels looking to see what they have to offer before I hear someone enter the booth. When she tried rubbing her clit like they talked about however, it did not give her any pleasure at all; so after the two times she tried it, she just never did it again. The only pleasure she ever received was when Peter would work her nipples and run his finger up and down her slit, but an orgasm never came from that either.When she and Peter played around, she would hold onto his dick through his pants and she knew that he had climaxed. It made her feel good to give her boyfriend pleasure,.