But again I just wanted to pee.She was up and ready to get in the shower when I stepped out.“How long have you been in there?” She frowned“I don...��t know. Not my fault you woke up late.”“Ehh.” She walked towards the bathroom and just before entering she stopped and said: “You move your hands too much in your sleep.”I just smiled sheepishly and looked away. She was right. I have heard that statement several times and it’s honestly embarrassing. But it made me wonder if I unintentionally touched. I feel you watching, and yet, I continue as if I am unaware of your presence. I caress my body through my nightgown; feeling my collarbone jutting out, the smoothness of the valley between my breasts, the firmness of my belly, the indentation of my waist, the dampness between my thighs. I tease and tantalize the insides of my thighs, opening them slightly. My fingernails lightly scratching through the nightgown, my hands drift back up to my neck, running up and down, stimulating that certain. As they walked by it was Brad and another guy from the party they sat near the front and within no time the other guy's head was in Brads lap. I was getting real horny and got to thinking about getting my dick sucked I got up and went down the hallway to the first open booth. I sat down locked the door and fliiped thru the channels. I started to drop my pants but didn't want them to get dirty so I took them and my underwear off and sat down stroking my cock slowly. I heard some noise in the. ....I would be the only slut.The theatre was only lit by the light from the screen but I could see that the men were all s**ttered through the room. As we walked to our seats in the front row, I noticed most of the men were watching me. We sat down in the middle of the front row and almost immediately two guys came and sat either side of us. The one sitting beside Phil whispered something to him and Phil rose and moved to the empty seat next to the guy as the guy moved beside me. As he sat.