Night at the Museum

Also, Pam could tell that Cissy had crossed her legs for more than to gain attention. As Cissy rhythmically kicked her upper leg, she was working her pussylips together under her tight, light-blue shorts. Pam knew that Cissy masturbated a lot. Cissy had admitted many times to Pam that she jerked off quite often. Slut! Pam thought as she turned away and opened the door of the museum. Well, at least masturbation was better than giving your body to some sex-crazed boy in school. Pam herself masturbated occasionally, but only when absolutely necessary, when she couldn't stand the sexual frustration any longer. Both she and Cissy were virgins, saving themselves for their husbands-to-be. Pam knew she could hold off until her own wedding night, but she often worried about Cissy. Cissy seemed to become more and more obsessed with guys everyday. The air conditioning dried the sweat on Pam's forehead. She hadn't realized just how hot the spring day was until she'd stepped inside the museum. She pitied Cissy, sitting out there in the hot sun, but she wasn't going to hurry on Cissy's account ...»