Tossed my jacket on the chair, my shirt on the floor by the fridge, pants at the foot of the bed. Then I lifted the bottom of the sheets up and crawle... up the bed to pass out.That settled it. She was obviously a stalker. It was a little exciting and flattering. I mean there was a moderately attractive chick who broke in just to watch me sleep. Actually that does sound bad but you get the point right? It's that wow someone cares about me, I'm attractive, bolstering feeling.Finishing the royal. Then I again did not do as you asked. On Friday, I had been really tense. I knew that I needed an orgasm bad. After my dad had left to go out, I got up and went to get my vibrator. I laid back down on the couch and started to play and read my magazine. I was very aroused. I slowly built myself up. When I knew that I was close, I slipped the vibrator into my jeans and rubbed it tight against me. I had my orgasm but it was not strong enough. I continued to play pressing it against me tightly.I. I motioned for the waitress and asked for the bill. Emma paid for the meal as I didn't have any local currency. We headed back to the hotel room and packed up our stuff in our separate rooms. It didn't take much time for either of us and we were soon on our way."So where are we going?" I asked."I'm going to drop you off at the Leeds airport and then I'm going home," she said."You're driving to London while I sit in an airport for five hours?" I asked. "What did I do now?" You basically. “No, he did not. I walked by the room. They put out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, and a call went to voice mail. I assume neither of them are virgins anymore,” I said.“A chip off the old block, isn’t he?” she said, rolling over and squishing her breasts up against me.I chuckled and quickly fell asleep.Around one pm, my phone rang. It was Michael.On speakerphone, “Hey Dad, sorry about not getting to working out. I got busy doing ... other things. That won’t happen again, I promise.”“That’s all.