The empty couch called to me.I entered the room, but I did turn off the lights in the room. Now the only light was the bluish reflection of the TV on ...he Masturbation Couch, which waited for me, called me.Slowly I crossed the room, heading to the Masturbation Couch. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it in my chest. My cock was hard, but was starting to soften as my brain started making reasons why I should turn around and walk out. I had made it to the couch, my hear racing. I turned,. I was starting to feel just a little bit pissed off as I got into the car again, but Andrea simply said: ‘Then you can come to our place, you can sleep on our couch.’We soon arrived and got ready for bed. When I asked her where I should sleep (the couch was pretty small and full of whatnots), she pointed to the couch: ‘Either there ...’ and then to her bedroom: ‘... or there!’‘What about you?’, I asked, being a bit slow in understanding.‘I’m sleeping here!’, and pointed to her bed.‘And I can. Andrenalin starts to course through me, almost making me shiver involuntarily. What can be going on?I haven’t ejaculated since the illness set in, it must have been weeks of slow physical recovery, and I’m already semi erect. My member is hard and damp against my restraining white boxers. My excitement only increases further as the full reality of the situation dawns on me – you have carefully chosen your moment in order to minimize the risk of detection. As though to confirm my realization, I. “Oh my god I’ve not had this before” as I licked away, slipping a finger inside her she gasped again. “What’s happening Oh my GOD!!!” as she squirmed on the seat, then she was bucking and thrusting as her first ever climax tore through her body.I carried on licking and fingering as she groaned, squealed, bucked and screamed, eventually she arched her back as she let out an enormous amount of air “UUUGGGGHHH” as her pussy leaked a drop of juice and I lapped it up, as she settled back down.