Or in your office. Really doesn't matter. I've been so wet, that I've left home with my juices flowing down on my legs. I've been so wet I couldn't re...ist fingering myself when giving you that innocence smile as if nothing special was going on." I couldn't believe what was going on. I raised my eyes to see my office door closing. Maybe someone came looking for me only to see me getting blowed in the office next to ours. "So how do you want it?" she asked. She was stroking me with her hand while. His reaction was to remove his T-shirt then take hold of her hair and instinctivly fuck her face. Martin could see their reflection in the TV screen and was thinking WTF less than ten minutes ago Carols family were meeting and greeting him warmly and now here he was face fucking their daughter. He continued to wonder how come this perceived innocent teen a “plain Jane”, who was now “gagging” , choking and retching on his cock like an experienced hooker, pleasuring him like no other girl ever. ‘Don’t you fucking dare!’ Montana slapped her hands causing a white cloud to billow throughout the car, obscuring her view of the road for the slightest second. ‘It’s snowing!’ She said in a voice devoid of mirth. That was all that she had left. ‘$1000 down the drain,’ she said. They drove in silence until they reached Allen Caravan’s house. It was small, nearing dilapidation, sat back far from the road. Montana slid out of the car, stalked around to the passenger side of the car and ripped. Joel stopped in his tracks, trying to digest the information Millie gave him in surprise. He blushed. "So what do you want to do?" "Do you think we can try to do this to warm up?" Millie asked, very tentatively but not tentative enough to stop herself. Her brain was spinning fast, thinking of why the hell she had said this to a person she knew just last night. She knew she was an idiot, but it was too late now. Joel was thinking too. Why would Millie say this to him? Did Millie really want to.