I could feel the head of his cock through the covers and he was moving my hand back and forth pushing my hand harder into him. If he was asleep and di...n’t know what he was doing, I didn’t want to wake him but if he were juts messing with me I wouldn’t have known how to react. I was getting turned on by the feel his hard tool and didn’t bother to stop him. I figured maybe he would have a wet dream and I could just get out of there. He squeezed my fingers and wrapped them around his shaft then. But we talked for a while and I could tell she fancied me, she kept looking at me in a strange fashion.I wondered if Alice had told her what happened, her name was Wendy. After around fifteen minutes, Alice announced she'd have to go home and get ready for work, she asked if Wendy could stay with me, I said "Ok", God knows why but she seemed to have the fixation about looking at me, it was starting to unnerve me.After another five minutes I said "I think you should go now Wendy, I'll have to. ..]So the story starts last Thursday night after we checked into the hotel. Actually, the airport had been decorated with all sorts of rainbow banners and balloons, but we didn't really notice the signs about Pride being that weekend. We probably couldn't have gotten a room at all if we hadn't booked it almost a year ahead for a graduation present.Miriam and Julia were being a little silly and secretive, and then they didn't want to go have dinner with us...___________________________"What do. 'Here,' he said, handing me two plastic cups.One was beer but the other seemed to be some kind of punch. "Everclearpunch, 190 proof," he explained. "One pint of Everclear, eight gallonsof fruit juice, two bags of ice," he said. The punch had an unusualtaste as it was obvious that they had mixed different flavors of juicein the punch. We finished our drinks. 'Want to dance?' George asked.'How about some more punch first?' I suggested. George laughed and thenwent to get refills. I then realized.