I figured it’s what you know.” I didn’t make a sound but instead grabbed her long blonde hair and wrapped it around my hand with her arm still a...ound my waist. “I do it all day … doesn’t mean I like it” I whispered into her ear. “I am not going to let you tell my mister what he can or cannot do and you are certainly not telling me what to do.” When I let go of her hair she looked at me not with fear but with amusement. “Well then. Will you be mad then if I please you? … sit on the desk.” The. On. my. crotch. She had he sweats on, as I did, but I didn't have underwear and I don't believe she did either. After only a couple of situps, I could feel her pussy lips grab my now erect cock and squeeze. And squeeze. And instead of sitting straight up, she had her hands flat on the floor above my head. Her tits were inches from my face, so every situp I had a face full of full, sexy, soft tits. And she started moaning. That's when I ended it, as I was going to the place of no return. I. The guy's hygiene clearly exceeds their house cleaning as i feel stuck in place from the sticky spilled beer. I make a condom request as I can see the end game but am told that was not part of the deal. I'm on the pill so I'm not super concerned but figured I'd try.The crowd is very noisy. I can barely hear any distinct noises but I can hear comments about my wet pussy. Embarrassingly, I can feel myself dripping on the floor and I know my over sized nipples are rock hard. Next thing I know, a. "Please.....I know I was an ass before...I was justprotecting my dad...." She implored.Vicky smiled. "Whatever do you mean Denise?" she said with concern."I'm truly not doing anything; and a beautiful young woman likeyourself shouldn't cry."Denise groaned as her body started throbbing. "I'm not a youngwoman...." she cried as she stumbled into Vicky's arms."If that were so Denise," Vicky said with sympathy. "Then why do youhave these large watermelons hanging off your chest?" she said.