As I'm relaxing on the couch, Star sneaks up behind me with a pillow and presses it against my face, causing me to struggle and scramble to breathe air. Yet, after a little while, my lungs give up trying and I drift off into that tired state. Her motive? Star is a lot more sexual than I am and I always give her a lot of criticism about her sexual exploits. I talk about her behind her back, calling her a slut and an easy girl. She is mad that I never understood her erotic modeling career and her exhibitionist tendencies. So, she finally had enough and has decided to get me to be a little bit ... Show more