He's snoring so I decide to sleep on the couch.

I manage to pry a pillow out from under him and bring it out to the living room. Tossing it down I head into the bathroom to wash my face.

I had sort of assumed that Chris let himself out. I opened the door to the bathroom and boy was I wrong! Chris was standing there in the bright steamy bathroom shaving. I would normally considered this weird, but I'm all kinds of distracted.

He's standing there completely naked. His cloths are in a ball on the floor and he has a small hand towel draped over one shoulder. He doesn't do anything to cover himself, not that the towel or likely his hands even could...

I try to look away. Look at his face, Lucy! Look the the floor Lucy! I do not look at his face, nor do I look at the floor. No matter where I try to avert my eyes, they're drawn between his legs to the biggest cock I have ever seen. He just looks at me sideways and says,