Of course, I also love to play with my pussy at my desk upstairs, which I often do when I'm writing my fuck stories, replying to emails and looking at... porn on my computer. Then there's the living room sofa. I've done some very naughty things on that couch, and left many a wet spot there over the years. "The couch it is!" I thought.Less than a minute later I was there. I sat down in the center of the couch, stuck my legs out in front of me and spread them apart. I started running my hands over. ” She joked. “What would your husband have to say about that?” I asked continuing to get dressed. “Shit that pervert would cum in his pants in no time if he saw me with another girl.” I laughed again as I pulled a shirt over my head and went and lay next to Sammie and slapped her on the thigh. She laughed and slapped me back before getting up and heading for the kitchen. “So how many second places is that for you?” She asked coming back with a couple of cokes. “Well let’s see. There are five. The next thing I knew, he was furiously kissing me, over-doing it to the point that it was almost disgusting…and I was loving it. He stopped kissing me to take his gloves off. He threw them somewhere and immediately went back to kissing me. With one hand, he held my hair very tightly, and the other, a placed over my now-very-wet pussy. I pretended to struggle a little bit, adding in a few whimpers, but I was loving this too much to actually want to make him stop. He lifted up my shirt and. "Okay, what do I do?"She turned to face me. "You order me to look into your eyes," she said matter-of-factly.I've acted in a few stage plays, both in high school and college, as well as a community theater effort or two, but this was going to take all of my acting ability. If I could just get through this one line without laughing, I felt I would have it made."Look into my eyes," I ordered firmly, without even cracking a smile. I felt that line warranted an award of some sort. She stared up at.