Well, she climbed onto this chair -- sort of a barcelona-type lounge -- and, leaning over the back, started wiggling her ass at me. Of course, I climbed on and entered from behind. After we were banging around for a few minutes, it seemed pretty clear to me that the lounge was going to tip over and we were going to land smack on our heads. I dismounted in both senses of the word. This did not make S happy. After a couple of minutes of whining and moaning, she climbed down. The lounge nearly tipped over as she stepped off.