When Bill reached the bedroom he found Murphy lying face down in the center of the bed with her face buried in a pillow and her arms and hands under her torso. Her legs were clamped together and he could see her shoulders shaking with her giggling.
Kneeling on the bed he asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm protecting myself from a crazed rapist," she said through her giggles. "Stay away or I'll call the police!"
"Why do you want the police? I'm here to protect you," he said going along with the game.
Slightly turning her head until one eye was looking up at him, she said, "Yeah, right! Fine protector you are. You knocked me off of the chair."
Bill leaned down to try to kiss her but she turned her head back until her face was again hidden in the pillow.
"So that's the way you want to play, huh? OK. Here I come!"
Pulling his shorts down and off he stretched out on top of Murphy with his entire weight resting on her body. She let out with an "umph" but didn't say anything else as he lay there with his erection splitting the crack of her ass and his lips nibbling at her neck.
"Comfy?" he asked.
"H'mmph," she replied.
"You liked it last night, didn't you?"
In response, Murphy pushed her butt up against his hard on.
"You want it in your behind?" he asked.
Murphy shook her head from side to side.
"Then you'll have to turn over."
She shook her head again.
"OK! We'll do it my way!" he said and pushing himself up, he straddled her legs with his knees.
Bill tried to slide his hands under her but she pushed her belly down into the mattress. He brought his hands up and tickled her sides and she immediately reacted and laughed into the pillow while rolling her body side to side. On one of her rolls, Bill got one hand under her and lifted her up enough to inch the other hand under and she gave up and relaxed so Bill could find and unhook her shorts.
He knew she was cooperating because she kept her belly up off of the mattress while he fumbled with the unfamiliar hook. He finally gave up and tried to tug her shorts down over her hips. Murphy moved her hands down and released the hook allowing Bill to slide her shorts down. She was wearing a G-string panties that disappeared into the crack of her butt. Bill bent down and kissed one cheek. She moaned and lifted her butt up to ask for more. He responded by slapping her ass and she let out a yelp and relaxed her legs so that the crotch of her shorts could pass between her thighs and down over her calves and shoes. Bill unbuckled her shoes and tossed them onto the floor along with her shorts.
He bent her knees and brought both feet up and held her ankles with one hand. His other hand tweaked her toes and he ran his fingernails along the soles of her feet. Murphy began hysterically laughing into the pillow and tried to twist her feet from Bill's grasp. Holding her ankles he kissed the soles of her feet and bending them back against her thighs he sucked on her toes. Murphy let out with a yowl and managed to twist her feet away from his hands. She again clenched her thighs together and crossed her feet with the arch of one foot against the instep of the other.
Bill next tried to untie her blouse but found that she had already untied it. He pulled it off and she allowed him to take it off of her shoulders one arm at a time. Her bra strap didn't have a hook on the back but she had also undone the clasp between her breasts so he could remove it and slide it down and off of her arms.
"You're making it too easy for me," he laughed and rained little kisses up and down her spine. Murphy groaned into the pillow and turned her head so she could talk.
"Like my panties?" she asked and wiggled her ass. "I bought them especially for you."
"I don't see any panties," he replied. "I just see a string running down between your ass cheeks. Is that what holds your ass together?"
