Chapter 91

Since I wanted to finish watching the movie, I stacked both pillows in the corner so that I could sit back and relax.

As soon as I lay down, though, Stacy put her hands on her hips and feigned an angry glare. "You didn't think you could get away with using both of the pillows, did you?" she asked. "Just where do you expect me to sleep?" "I'm sure you'll be able to make out... er, um, do..." I replied, hoping she hadn't noticed my slip-up.

"You're hopeless!" she exclaimed, climbed onto the futon and lay her head on my stomach.

As she pummeled my stomach trying to find a comfortable position, her hair, in a bun as always, kept brushing up my cock, already semi-hard from the peek I got of her breasts.

As she kept fidgeting about, my cock became harder and harder, soon threatening to peek out from the top of my shorts. Soon she gave up