I smiled, the lighter blazed as I held it up, she bent and sucked on the filter to get the cigarette lit. Her eyes were hazel. She took a drag, almost...immediately blowing the smoke out. Arms crossed, the cigarette held between long fingers, square nails done in a popular French manicure style. I gazed at her, not wanting to stare. Small stud earrings, a blaze of bronze lipstick, the kind of girl that didn't need a lot of make-up. She caught me looking, smiled, a proper smile, her eyes engaging. ”With renewed permission to be mean, Donna held the arm lock and dropped down more heavily on to Sam’s head, his face distorting beneath her naked bottom. The more she crushed, the more his cock swelled until“Can you keep me in a hold until morning?” he mumbled into the fold of her knee.“Til morning?”Donna released his arm, stepped over his crumpled body and jumped on the bed, “Do you think we can?”Sam shrugged nonchalantly, although his raging erection gave him away.Donna rolled from side to. ”We talked some more about her and dad – Bill – having sex. Deena’s got a new goal. But only if Haley and Bill are totally on board. Of course, right now I’m thinking that we just might have to convince him a little bit.The next day was one of our ‘gym’ days and that night I sprung my first trap. We went to bed, like normal, me in my room, them in theirs. I gave ‘em forty-five minutes before I called Haley’s phone, asking if they were finished.I complained that I hurt my leg, strained something. A hesitated, unsure if this was a trick, “Um, well, I mean, sure.” “Were you fantasizing about me?”What do you mean?””Were you picturing me naked? Imagining what I am like in bed? Visualizing scenarios?”No! No, no, I swear…””Do you know who that was on the phone just now?””Um…I imagine it was your husband?””That’s right, it was my husband! Do you know what he does for a living?” “No, what?””He’s an judge, recently dealing in sexual harassment cases”There was a long silence. She was looking at.