It took a couple of minutes, but I soon felt the familiar pressure in my balls. The fear came back then. "Ana!" I groaned. My voice must have sounded ...errified. "Ana! If you don't stop I'm going to cum! Please!"She didn't stop.If anything, she only slid her ass harder against my crotch. My cock was caught between her backside and my body. I could feel every inch of her pressing against me through our clothes. I squeezed her hips and my head rolled back onto the chair as I came. I heard a single. The car pulled out of the drive-in theatre and Martin sped down the right streets to the spot, the fingers on his right hand still dancing on the inner part of my upper thigh. At every stop, we kissed, sometimes getting so star-crossed that we wouldn’t know the light had turned green until the noisy honking of a car stuck behind us shook us free. We pulled into the neighborhood and Martin threw the car into ‘park’, nearly pouncing on me in eagerness. I pushed him away again.“Sit still,” I told. “I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Carrie said, as she put her arms around his neck and passionately kissed him.When they broke the kiss, Chase looked around. The suite was like a large apartment with two separate bedrooms and bathrooms. It even had a wet bar.“Would you like something to drink,” Carrie asked, as she walked over to the bar.“Yes. Thank you. Scotch, straight up, if they have it,” Chase replied.He sat on the sofa while Carrie fixed their drinks. She brought the drinks over, handed Chase. It'd be a disaster if I got tipsy and decided to impress a room full of people. My having to avoid drugs and alcohol is probably the only aspect of my having special abilities that Mom will be 100% happy with, when I tell her. I'll save mentioning it for the next time she expresses some unhappiness over something I'm doing.We started by eating. There wasn't room for seventeen people around the barely six-seater dining table, so people sat all over the place. Dinner was reasonably enjoyable, as.