She Needed That
Bob Hardin lay on the over-stuffed couch in his sister's apartment, pretending to be asleep. In fact, he'd been wide-awake ever since someone padded into the living room, knelt beside the couch and gently unsnapped the waistband of his shorts, exposing his semi-erect dick. It had to be Robin; there was no one else in the apartment. But what the hell was all this about? She'd been asleep a few minutes ago when he'd gotten up for the obligatory morning piss. There'd been a moan coming from...