"Not really."

"Not really," you reply, avoiding eye contact. "I can't stand up..."

"Why? Oh," Sara blushes bright red on her pale skin.

"It's embarrassing," you mumble.

"No it isn't," she gets up and stands in front of you. "Jen is a gorgeous stripper with big tits and she let us suck her off on your lap. I'm straight and it may be the alcohol but I found it hot!"

"Thanks for understanding," you smile meekly at her.

"Besides do you know how hard it is going to sleep every time those two make out? The walls are thin between our bedrooms!" she laughs until she looks down and see the big tent your cock is pitching in your jeans. "Oh my!"

"Yeah, she's definitely a stripper because she was grinding against my crotch all that time!"

"You should relieve yourself," Sara suggests. "Believe me I need to!"

You stare at her wondering what she implied.