“What does she want me to do? Paint her whole house or something?”“No,” Shelly said slowly. “She wants to have sex with you.”“Yeah ... r...ght,” I said. I went back to my book.“No. I mean it.” She was staring at me when I looked back up. “She says she can’t stand it any more and she needs some dick, but she doesn’t want to do the dating thing and she actually asked me if she could borrow your pecker for the weekend.”The object of our conversation began to stiffen. Lara was a beautiful woman. In. Slowly I got comfortable talking to her and then told her my real name. We roamed around the mall for around an hour or so. She offered to drop me back home. I rejected the offer. But after a lot of persuading I agreed.We walked down to the parking lot of the mall towards her car. She had a shiny blue BMW car with tinted windows. I was very happy about seeing the car because it had been so long that I sat in one. I had last sat in my car in Saudi and I was missing it damn badly.I asked her. I came home to see why you weren't in school. So you're thinking about applying for a female role in a school play, are you?" Uh, yes. After all, you keep telling me that I need to be a little more involved in school activities."The sucking sound of her work shoes clacking against the bedroom hard wooden floors pounded loud in my ears as she walked toward me and then moved in a slow circle around me as she examined me. I stood still as she walked around me, knowing that my knees were. He moved his hands back up her thigh, raising his knob from her lips. She stopped straining to reach it and he let himself back down. Again, as soon as she felt the bead of juice on the end of his cock touch her lips, she licked it off and again raised her head in an attempt to draw on his thick glans. Using every last ounce of will power he again lifted out of reach.As he lowered himself down again, she had realised what he wanted. As he worked his way down her leg so his rigid member sank.