At the same time – though he hadn’t even noticed her somehow removing her socks and shoes with only her feet to work with – her toes gripped the...denim farther down his legs. When he switched to her opposite breast, he reached back to push on the waist of his jeans. Between the two of them, his jeans relented and bunched up at his thighs.The head of Glen’s cock poked free of his briefs in the tug of war with the jeans, and Melinda’s fingers brushed against it before he could brace his weight on. I mean of course theres been times where Ive thought I might be but I soon realised it was more lust than anything. I get a lot of attention – at 5ft 8 with long light brown hair, tanned olive skin and the classic hourglass figure I get the feeling most men arent looking for a relationship when they look at me. I wouldnt say Im beautiful nor would I call myself ugly but with a largish nose Ive never been the prettiest of girls. My big eyes and large mouth balance out my nose but its always been. "My girlfriend used to like to watch me do this," he said and told me to go sit at his desk and turn the chair towards the bed. I did as I was told but still in shock. His desk was on the wall across from the foot of his bed. I spun the chair around and sat down. He laid back on his bed, his head propped up against the head board so we were face to face. A gave me a wry smile, closed his eyes and started rubbing the bulge of his underwear. I was instantly hard. My breathing sped up and as he. "So I am a fat pig am I you little shit. This fat pig is going to make you suffer for that remark, I am going to see how many times I can bounce on you" ! She then started lifted up and slamming herself back down onto me, again and again counting out loud as she landed. Each time she landed the air was forced from my body with a loud grunt until when she finally reached the count of fifty and settled to sitting on me. "Blimey", she moaned, "That's made my knees sore" and adjusted herself to.