Sit On It by BC Ted [I *told* you this wasn't finished yet.] "Oh, sit on it!" I had exclaimed. You got a coy look in your eye and responded "No, ... how would you breathe?" "Huh?" Not one of my most brilliant replies, but you just smiled and refused to say any more on the subject. Bedtime. "Are you busy tonight?" I asked. "Yes, sleeping," you answered. Nothing unusual, then, I thought. "G'night, then." I rolled over and went to sleep. I woke up suddenly. I couldn't sit up. Something was holding me down. No, not something, someone. You were on top of me. Your feet were on either side of my head, while your knees were astride my chest. You were fondling my cock and balls, which must have been what woke me up. You were wearing a pair of white cotton panties (at least, I couldn't see anything else). A few more minutes went by before you noticed that I was awake. "Ah, so you're up!" you remarked as you This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted. All rights are reserved.