"Think this'll fit?"I'd shake my head. "Oh no, way too small."The flirting intensified into August. I was leaving Labor Day weekend and knew our time ...as coming to an end. I wanted to spend time with her, I wanted her to know how often I masterbated thinking about her amazing breasts, but I just didn't know how to approach her. I wasn't sure if this was just an innocent playful thing or if she really was into me.Then one day in the break room, she asked if anyone knew of a painter. I offered my. We never let go of any opportunity to kiss or bite each other’s lips. I was holding her ass and helping her take my dick in and out of her pussy. I loved the feeling of her breasts on my body and could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest.After a while like that, she got down from me and tried pulling me on top of her. I instead turned her over so that she lay on her tummy. Then I got down from the bed and pulled her to the edge so that her legs were on the floor and body flat on the bed.I. Now, she could almost easily picture herself very comfortable with Jason. Just then Jason walked over with the mugs of coffee and, placing them beside himself, sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of Alexis. As she opened her eyes they collided with his. Damn it! Not again. ‘You doing okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ she said, a little uncertainly, ‘I’m fine. I just…had a flashback, I guess.’ He had begun to knead her knee and she was slowly beginning to relax. Uncertainly, with his eyes focused on her. Both of us smiles widely and look at the slut who's offering herself to us. She has perfect, pretty little teenage tits and her cunt looks smooth as a baby's butt.We let her stand there for a couple of minutes and just look at her. Then I write to her for the first time since we asked her if sluts should wear clothes. "Show yourself properly so we can inspect you." She slowly turns a few times and then kneels on the chair with her ass facing the camera.She spreads her legs as much as the chair.