He forces her around then head first into the couch. As she grabs at the cushions he uses his leg to sweep her feet out from under her. She falls all ...he harder into the couch as he presses her now overbalanced body into the couch. Her face is forced into the cushion, he can see her begin to struggle as she realizes her own body weight now pins her arms before her. The lack of air really making her struggle, yet to him, it is hardly a fight to control her. He can feel her beginning to become. Basically, we just made small talk.She then told me that she had just gotten home from work and I thought that was a clue for me to leave but instead, she asked if I minded if she went and changed out of her work clothes real quick. Hell, her work clothes looked just fine to me since she had on a killer dress that showed of her cleavage and legs really good. She got up and went up the stairs to her bedroom while I sat there waiting on her. When she came back down about 5 minutes later, she was. “Have we got some music?” she asked.“I've got my iPod,” Brad exclaimed, “I think it'll be loud enough.” He got it out of his backpack and set it on the back of the couch. He put on some dreamy type dance music. Jarrad grabbed hold of Ashley and led her to a bare spot in the floor.When the song ended and another began, Brad tapped Jarrad on the shoulder. “My turn,” he said. Jarrad retreated to one of the couches. As they danced, Brad whispered to Ashley. “Looks like he had his hands all over. "She also enjoyed the fish market with all its noise and bustle. They bought some cod and some herring. Then it was off to Robin Hood's Bay. The tide was out so that they had plenty of sand. Becca was as thrilled as a small child. She took her shoes and socks off and rolled up her trouser legs and paddled ever more adventurously shrieking with excitement at the higher wavelets and jumping over them. Inevitably she got her trousers wet but that bothered her not one bit. Eventually her legs.