She looked over her shoulder at me and said "Prove it."Suddenly the mellow world I was enjoying was gone. My heart was pounding. I knew this was wrong... If I had any strength of conviction I would have pushed her off me and locked myself in my room. I couldn't though, the temptation was far too great in my chemically altered state of mind. I lamely swatted at her plump rear a couple times and laughed like a goof, again hoping to call her bluff.She looked over her shoulder again and with a husky. The breeze over her bare crotch had her on edge before she even left the house and the soft feel of her new underwear set made her feel more sexy than she ever had.Their sex life was still great, though Sloane desperately wanted Chris to be more aggressive in bed. Since he seemed either unwilling or unable to do so, she relied on her deep, dark fantasies to keep her satisfied, which they were doing a fantastic job of accomplishing.Chris picked her up at her apartment and drove her downtown to a. I was starting to suffocate.’ (This was the mid 90s, before no-smoking-anywhere laws began popping up.) We walked two blocks to the nearest beanery, and continued our previous conversations over cappuccini. I learned she was a CPA, a graduate of a blood-rival of my own alma mater, and very sensitive about her height. She had agreed to go with me for coffee, she said, because I had looked her in the eyes, and not in the chest. We both blushed a little over that. We wandered back to the. Maddy’s brother and sister left for their morning collage classes around eight and soon her parents departed as well. Maddy slowly woke up once more. The time is now close to ten. She rises from bed and removes her PJs, and slips into a comfortable white tank top and a pair of red shorts that barely cover her round ass. She slowly opens her door and peaks out. She knows that everyone should be gone but she wanted to make sure. She walks out into the living room, plops onto the couch and turns.