After a while, a girl came over. She had blonde hair and a skimpy dress, and was clearly the guy’s girlfriend. They pulled me onto my back on the floor, and made love to each other lying on top of me, cradled between my breasts.

“Where’d ya get the inflatable?” she asked him afterward. “I didn’t know they made them that big.”

“They don’t,” he said. “I used that magic pump.”

“You mean it really works? Who is she?”

“Just some girl I picked up at a bar to try it out.”

“You picked up a strange girl?”

“Hey, hon, I didn’t wanna try it out on you first thing. Besides, I needed a new sofa.”

“Oooh.” The girl blinked, then looked thoughtful. “So she’s…still alive?”

“Uh-huh. And can probably hear every word we say.”

“Ohhhh.” The girl thought about this for a moment, then started massaging the tip of my left breast.

“What’re you doing?” the guy asked.

“Well, it just doesn’t seem fair that she doesn’t get to have any fun, too.”