"What is it? What is it?"I looked at Irene with a sense of intrigue."It's a sofa." she answered and then, in a whisper to me, "It's where you are goin... to sleep when Pierre stays over."The delivery men carried the sofa into our bedroom and placed it against the wall beside our marital bed. I am sure I caught both the men smirked at me before leaving. Barbara told me to remove the wrapping and, she demonstrated how the arms folded down to convert it into a narrow single bed. We didn't discuss it. My husband was out of town for his job and I had to wait for him to return before we could get a new one. Aunt Joan came to my rescue by allowing me to do our laundry at her house.Wednesday morning I loaded all of our laundry into my car and went to John and Joan's. Soon after I got there Joan informed me that she had to go out and would be gone until late this evening. She apologized over and over for not keeping me company."Go do what you have to do Auntie J, I'll be fine." OK dear, if you. The punch had hurt him, I could see from the expression on his face as he tried to lift his arm up. He stepped forward more warily and his grin had slipped. He said ‘Is that karate shit? That’s not going to save you!’ I did not reply. He went for me again, this time trying to grab me. I caught his fingers as they got to my shirt, twisted them hard and bent them to force him down, they clicked and he grunted in pain and he started to drop to the floor to stop the pain, but I let go, I hadn’t. She shimmy his boxer-briefs down a bit revealing his mostly erect penis, she grabs the shaft gently stroking it towards her. He pre-cums a bit on her wrest just above the palm. he kisses down her breasts focusing on the sensitive nipples and takes a large handful in to his mouth... gently moistening it and her as he feels threw her paints pressed against his body. He moves down kissing every inch down her path; he pinches the top of her panties and pull them down between his teeth, and guiding.