I had to, just had to."Alison?" I said, before we started the rigmaroll of stripping our bottom halves."This sounds ominous," she replied."Not really....I don't think so," I said, almost convincing myself that it wasn't."What, Mark?"I paused and drew a bit of a breath. I thought I'd go for it in one. "Why don't we make this thing into an affair?" I allowed the words to sink in. I hoped she would respect me for asking straight out.She sighed softly, but she certainly didn't look angry. She said. She left the table and went upstairs to take a nap at my cousin's bed. I played a little more and asked my cousin if we can crash in her room. She was a little hesitant at first but she knew I was too drunk to drive. I went upstairs and found my girl completely passed out. I was so horny and wanted to fuck her. Since she was sleeping I decided to just rub one out. I was so tired that I passed out on my cousin's bed in just my tshirt and boxers. Around 230 am, I turned and began spooning with my. She had found several out of the way places in the phone book, as she was still not sure if she wanted to go through with it. She just wanted to spot them out.The area of East End she was driving in was not the best, and she felt a little bit creepy. The characters she saw made her shiver. They all looked like bikers, ex cons or whacked out war vets, the latter living their dreams on the colors in their arms.Kelli drove slowly past St. John's Tattoo Parlor. The name of the place always amused. The teacher was boring and i couldn't find anything to do so i start cherching for the hottest girl. Just beside me was Camille. She came from Quebec and was really hot. She was about 5 foot 2 inch tall, she had red dark hair and had a really nice pair of boobs. There were rounded, B or C cup. Enough fat to give shape and fullness, but not enough to make them seem baggy. She was wearing a v neck and i could see so deep in her clevedge. I talked to her a couple of time and we had became good.