She held them tight, putting pressure on my manhood with each slick stroke. ‘You’ve never jizzed between my boobies either. But that would be so h...t, feeling your load spurt and spread over my titties. Mmm, I would have to lick it all up.’ I told her then that I wanted to see what kinky thing she had planned, still fucking her tits. ‘Sure thing, sir,’ she said cutely, bouncing her boobies around my cock. ‘I just hope it doesn’t make you cum too fast.’ She stood up, turned around, and started. “And, if that’s not enough, what do you think your husband would say to you letting a bunch of boys jerk off all over you, sucking cock, playing with yourself in front of us? Coming in front of us. Have you ever cum in front of anyone but your husband? I don’t think he would appreciate that very much, do you? But, if you like, we have your real name, address, everything, from the stuff in your purse, so we can just come over and show it to him.” Fran was absolutely speechless. How did she ever. She kneels on the floor in front of me and gives me the “puppy dog eyes” look.“Can’t I just suck your cock instead? I’ll make it good.”“No.”Her shoulders slump and her lips take the shape of a pout. She tries a different tack. Lowers her head a little and looks up from beneath her eyelashes. The tip of her pink tongue peeks between her lips. Most men would fall for it. “No,” I repeat. Her nostrils flare and there’s a flash – an instant – of tense anger that stiffens her body. She hates that I. She took a deep breath and resumed. ‘At home, the cupboards are pretty bare,’ Ellen concluded. ‘Then I’m glad we could give you a hearty meal,’ my father said. ‘I’d better go,’ Ellen said. ‘Thank you for the dinner, but it’s a long walk home for me. I don’t want to be out too late. It was wonderful to meet you.’ ‘I could give you a ride back,’ my father offered. ‘Oh, no thank you,’ Ellen replied. ‘I don’t want to impose. You must be tired after working all week.’ The next few weeks seemed to.