As it turned out, four of the woman brought their regular partners, one of which was another girl, and one other guy brought his girlfriend. Seeing th... others coupled, I almost turned around to leave, but Miss Millieu saved me. “Come in, Ben, we were just about to start. I have a couple extra blankets that I brought in case we needed them. Would you like to get comfortable with me while the others get ready?” I looked at her with utter disbelief. “You mean, you’ll sit on my face?” I asked in. No one forced me to let all of these things happen, but I did. When the stripper climbed off me I heard her say to one of the guys, ‘That should just about do it, don’t you think Pat?’ I knew then that I was screwed. I mean both literally and figuratively. The guy she spoke to was Pat Johnson and we had butted heads before. He worked for the same company that Alyssa did. Her company had done some drawings for us on a job and Pat had done the drawings and was in charge of the project. I found. Then my mouth slammed closed as I realized I might just have screwed the pooch."Then why did you?" was all she said.I thought about it. I picked up my shirt and handed it to her."Please put this on. I can't think when you look like that."She lifted her hands and let the cloth fall down to her shoulders. It got caught there because of her hair. She turned, an unspoken request for me to help her with her tresses. I did, pulling it up in fistfuls through the neck of the shirt. When she turned. “So?” I asked. “Have you ever slept on top of a guy with nine inches of dick? Guys get hard in their sleep, and I’m no exception. I didn’t even know it went into her as we took a nap. She has slept on my chest like this for years, and it has never happened before. It seems that she grew up a lot recently.”I nudged Chrissy to find she was already awake. She must have heard the conversation because when she tried to get up to go pee, she “found” my dick was inside her.“David! Gross! You’re like.