I went to her and removed her saree and started pressing her watermelons on her blouse itself. She was moaning. Ahhh ahh ranju ranju ….. Ahh ohh yea... bit them bit them plss. I removed her blouse with my teeth and there was no bra inside. She suddenly pressed my head towards her boobs for sometimes. And them I was sucking one by one while she was holding my cock and making it jerking off. I started to lick her neck. And her lips and face.She hold my head and bought near her navel. I was licking. He did seem that he might be about to ask me out at one point so maybe he does have better dress sense than the average male does. Who knows? I'm not in much of a position to pass any judgements.I also managed to confirm what a guy I know who worked in clothing sales before told me. Some women do have very bad dress sense and buy things that don't suit them. That's one problem with fashion, if this seasons imposed look isn't your thing you have to try and wear it anyway. You get to walk around. Now take it," I replied, placing it on top of what she was paying for."Thank you so much. By the way, my name's Kirsten," she said, extending her hand to shake mine."Glad to meet you. My name is Alan," I said, shaking her hand. Her hand was very small and light, very dainty. "Listen Kirsten, since I don't have to stand in this slow moving line anymore, would you like to join me for lunch down in the food court? I know it's not the best food in the world, but I'm starving. It will be my treat,". It wasn't that bad, though. Not as bad as I had feared.Steve was watching me. He was curious about my reaction to his son fucking my throat and cumming in my mouth. He must have enjoyed the show, judging by the way his cock was throbbing and bobbing and dripping.I had the impression that he was disappointed that I had managed to do it at all. I wondered if he had some punishment in mind for me and was hoping to use it if I should fail.Steve stepped up then. He placed his slightly larger cock in.