He neglected her.So i messaged her of having a secret boyfriend. But she said that she can’t trust anyone. But i didn’t ask her to have me. Afte... sometime she asked me about my girlfriends. I said that i don’t have anyone. Then her reply took me to peaks. She asked me “may you like me to be your girlfriend”.I went to upstairs (they live in upstairs) and knocked the door. She opened the door. I pinned her to the wall and started to kiss her. She responded quickly actually she was more. Still, if I was given the opportunity I'd fuck any one of them. Melody had the most voluptuous body I had ever seen close up. She wasn't tall but her enormous breasts filled her work shirt to almost bursting out through her buttons. Her ass was big compared to the other girls who worked there. Even with her cheeks stuffed into those tight black pants, you could get lost looking at her rounded backside. Melody had married a drunk jerk of a man who couldn't hold a job down. With all the heated. Either way, right now I want a good old-fashioned Becky blowjob. You know the ones. The kind of blowjob that makes it feel like the top of my head has blown off!" Yes, sir!" she said with a smile, and proceeded to do just that."I'll get it, you'll see!" she said before she went off to work.Work was uneventful, and when I got home Becky was sitting in the chair by the computer, playing with herself."Now that is an interesting sight to come home to," I said."Oh, sir, I'm so happy you're home!". Somewhere around twenty-one or twenty-two. She dug deep in herself and found what she needed to make her speak.“This is hard on me mister, but I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten in two days and I’m hurting. I’ll give you a blow job for twenty bucks so I can buy some food.”One thing was clear to me. She wasn’t a pro, not if all she wanted was twenty for a blowjob. I hit the button to roll the window up and I thought I saw despair in her face as she probably thought the window going up was my turning.