Alan yawned and stretched as he walked out into the living room. It was around ten in the morning. After watching Brianna get off, it had been so hard for him to sleep. But now he was feeling better.

He groaned quietly when he saw Brianna sleeping on the couch. She was still wearing her yellow panties, but now she had on a white spaghetti strap shirt. Instead of going back to his room, though, he sat down on the other end of the couch. Almost instantly, Brianna stretched her legs out, resting her feet on his lap.