’ He then walked over to the couch, removed the cushions, and opened the sofa sleeper bed. I got out the pillows from the storage closet and placed ...hem on the sofa bed. I’m probably the only psychologist with a sofa sleeper in the office because sometimes I get really sleepy and I don’t want to fall asleep behind the wheel. Once the sofa bed was set, Randy took my hand, led me to the bed, and he laid me down. He kissed my lips as he slid his hands down my hips and took off my panties. He then. I groan but push myself out of bed. I jump in the shower as Jessica makes coffee. I hurry and dress in a pair of low ride jeans and a low cut silk tank top. Of course I’m wearing a new silk bra and a very tiny thong. I pull my long black hair up into a pony tail and put the final touches to my make up. I stroll into the kitchen and sit with Jessica at the table. She already has made my cup of coffee for me. We sit silently, sipping the warm aromatic drinks. I look at the clock and stand to get. Oddly familiar. Your hand has gone to my ass and has slipped between my ass cheeks. I can feel your finger pressing against me. It feels tight and a little scary. This has been your fantasy for so long – to fuck a woman in the ass. It has been my fantasy too but I have been a little dishonest with you. In our chats I have always sounded as if I have been butt-fucked before. I haven’t. Nobody has been there before – it has all been in my mind. I move away from you, trying to psych myself up for. ." But nothing. You've still got the body for it. Hasn't she, Vivian?" Bonnie's right about one thing. You do still have the body, girl!" smiled the attractive black."Oh, you must want a favor!" laughed the professor's wife."No, it's true. I've got other friends your age and none -- and I mean NONE of them, looks as good as you." If you don't believe us, ask Donald," suggested Bonnie."Donald? He hasn't noticed that sort of thing in a long time." Well, he should." I bet there are plenty of guys.