Sometimes it gets close, but I always wake up before I see it. Sometimes I run off a cliff and fall – then I wake up just before I hit the ground. S...metimes instead of falling, I open up an umbrella and float away.”“I knew ‘Mary Poppins’ was bad for you,” I said.“I don’t know. The floating away dreams are much better than the falling ones.”“Hmmm! Fair point.”“Well, I have to make a break for the bathroom. Do you think I can get there without Jerry Springer setting his pregnant brides on me. ) Anyways. As the games commence she slides closer to me. Touching my arm. Touching my leg.Leaning against me, closer and closer as the night drones on. Her naggy room mate gets up to use the bathroom, my room mate staring drunkenly into the fire, She leans over and kisses me. No one noticed. Games continue. She continues to sneak me kisses here and there however so sloppily. Her room mate decides to crash. She zips herself up in the tent. MY room mate, Ben, Continues drinking and singing. As she danced for me and grinded on my cock, we chatted about this and that and really hit it off. I have had several conversations with strippers, and this time I could tell that she really took interest in me.She was grinding me for about 10 minutes when she suggested we go in for a private show. I was hesitant to spend the money, because I was getting such a good lapdance there at my seat. She was grinding harder and harder onto my hard cock, and I could tell she was using it to get off. Her clit was starting to protrude her nipples were really hardening and her eyes those beautiful eyes were widening. Yes Susan was an expert at this alright. I watched as gently Susan eased open Carrie’s legs and was soon not just pretending it was accidental but was rubbing her and getting her slowly but surely to orgasm. Her breathing was shallow. Yet very fast she lay right back in the chair her nipples standing so hard like small soldiers. There was no pretence now Carrie wanted what.