So, when I pulled onto Kate and Ruth’s driveway on the following Friday evening, it was with excited anticipation and full load of sperm. On the Wed...esday, whilst I was at work, Ruth had rung my mother to ask if they could borrow me for the weekend to help with some decorating. She had obviously won over my mother who commented to me that “she seems a lovely young lady”. To maintain the pretence, on the Friday morning I had made show of packing some old clothes into a backpack before setting. "Enjoying it, George?" Jack asked, getting happy nods in reply. "Fancy a go yourself?"George looked at him, then at Dave. Both the lads nodded agreement."Get down there, between her legs," Dave told him, "and have fun."George kneeled in front of me, hands trembling as he stroked my belly and hips, before sliding his hands between my legs, feeling the tight wetness along my slit, then teasing my erect love button with both hands, smiling as I squirmed helplessly for him.He slid two fingers. And I would wait downstairs for fifteen minutes to allow them some privacy before I could go watch them fuck. I watched them ascend the stairs and disappear out of view. From the downstairs couch I waited, listening to the sounds of her moaning. To be honest the wait was one of the longest in my life.As the appointed time limit had expired I quietly slipped up the stairs and found my way to his bedroom. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the room was only lit by the eerie glow of his computer. Well, fuck me sideways. It was Tom Welling. Tom Welling, of Smallville fame, was in my fucking apartment! It must be fate that the man who plays the cousin of the lovely Laura Vandervoort just happened to be the person who I spilled my drink on! I was tempted to squee like a fangirl and ask for his autograph, but he still wasn’t happy about his shirt, so I maintained dignity. “Here, let me have your shirt,” I said, holding out my hand for it. “The sooner I put it in the wash, the sooner.