As Ron went to the kitchen area to dampen the paper towel, he kept trying to "will" his erection away, but was having no luck whatsoever. His mind was spinning, as much from his confusion about how he should behave, as from the way Beth was befuddling his brain. She had gone from clutching his cock in the nightclub, to at one point severely chastising him for drunkenly allowing his hand linger on her ass when he thought no one was looking. Even though she had screwed him earlier that very day, she seemed pretty convincing when she pledged restraint after groping him at the bar. Now, here she was...