I couldn’t help myself I was coming hard, I let out a silent breathless sigh, as my body tingled all the way to my toes. I had jelly legs, and wonde...ed if Lee had come too. I looked up and he was staring right at me. I felt so hot, my cheeks flushed with shame. I had been caught, fuck this was shaming. “Come here.” His deep voice went through me. I walked into the light, straightened clothes now. “I’m sorry don’t tell anyone. I can’t loose this job, I…” Lee put his finger to his lips and. I offered my hand, and she took it, scooting up closer. We watched the movie for a while, holding hands.Finally, about an hour into the movie, it was fully dark. A love scene had begun up on the screen. The hero was about to get it on with the girl he had picked up at a bar.I saw Ronnie turn and look at Mindy. She looked back. Ronnie lifted an eyebrow, quizzically, flicking his eyes toward the back seat. Mindy made a little move of her head that meant "Who cares?" She leaned toward Ronnie and. Not taken his cum load in my mouth and not have swallowed it so very eagerly. But, I didn’t, and I don’t think I wanted any of all this to end either. It had been so long since I felt someone’s sexual touch. I needed it, I needed the release. Although, those things were given to my by a beautiful young man, much younger than myself, was such a surprise. I had never experienced anything as thrilling, as earth shattering.My hand now stroking myself, I quickly neared orgasm. I stopped and let my. . the smell of the food... the junk vendors... the stuff thrown from the floats... The floats. While there was a growing satisfaction in having dared to do what she had done, it was ultimately the floats that had caused her mood to gradually change. In October or so, articles started appearing in the newspaper about the secret societies that paid for, built, and manned the floats, with occasional snippets regarding past Kings and Queens, ballrooms committed for the societies, and Even.