Into the living room...

Thinking was difficult, but Michelle seemed to remember seeing a keyring on the coffee table. Creeping quietly, she hoped to avoid Frank, just until she could get some decent clothes on. But as she entered the living room, there he was, sitting on the couch.

"What are you wearing, now?" Frank asked looking up from the magazine he was reading.

Michelle tried to answer, but her eyes fell again on the bulge in the front of Frank's pants. "Is he erect?' she wondered, 'or is it just my imagination again?' Whether it was just imagination or not, her thoughts came feverishly.

In this daydream, Frank pushed the pants to his ankles, revealing his manhood. Good god, she thought, I've never seen him so thick! Crossing the space of the room, she practically jumped onto the couch, stradling Frank and lowering herself onto his length. She rose and fell, feeling his girth spread her labia, creating such delicious heat and friction. His hands ripped her shirt open an his hungry mouth fell on her nipples, teasing and flicking one with his tounge. Oh, to fall onto his dick, to invite him so deeply into her, to feel her clit pulsing and rubbing his length...

She realised that she had not answered Frank, had not moved a step, but that she was practically gushing down there. She could feel wetness on the inside of her thight, but didn't think Frank had noticed yet. He only looked at her, waiting for an answer.