‘Katie…’ She cut him off. ‘It’s Katherine.’ He sighed. ‘Katie, I can see through this.’ He motioned his hand towards her. ‘What do ...ou mean?’ She asked uncertainly, she didn’t think her shirt was see-through. ‘Katie, it’s me Matthew, you don’t have to pretend with me. Please stop pretending.’ She narrowed her eyes at him. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘I can tell you’re not happy. You don’t have to pretend you are.’ ‘I am happy,’ she said indignantly. ‘I have everything I want. How dare you. He admired it a little before sliding his finger between my folds and allowing my wetness to escape down my thighs. Eagerly he shoved his throbbing shaft passed my swollen lips deep into my quivering pussy, he pounded me over and over as his friends cock hit the back of my throat until I began to moan uncontrollably. Then he stood me up & yank my skirt off, he spun me around and shoved my head on his throbbing cock dripping with my juices. The friend shoved his hard dick deep in my swollen. . well you look..." 'Tramp' came to mind but Sam decided that was not the comment Amy was looking for."Well, you look like a woman who is on the prowl for a man," she said."Good, because that is exactly what I am prowling for," Amy said with a laugh."Amy, I am going with you," Sam said.Amy smiled and said, "Not looking like that I hope."Sam was wearing a pair of knee-length flowered short pants and a plain white t-shirt, although they were new and not sloppy, they were certainly not, what one. They made me horny, as if I wasn’t horny enough. Only, she’d never do any of those things. She’s not like that, which is what I love about her, I guess. ‘Oh, Hell yeah, I’d notice you walking around the house naked,’ I said with a shit eating grin, suddenly thinking about her serving drinks to my poker buddies naked. Nah, she’d never go for that either, that is, unless she lost a bet and her having to serve my poker buddies naked was my reward. I was getting horny just thinking about Super Bowl.