"I've loaded Word for you on this computer. Why don't you just get started on your essay," Kenny managed to say."Thanks, sir," she replied.Kenny just ...tood and watched as Belinda settled down in front of the computer and began writing. Her resemblance to Jennifer was unnerving. She had shoulder length blonde hair and an athletic, almost boyish figure. He could see that she was already fidgeting in her seat and he assumed that writing the essay was affecting her just as she had described to him. She took a few steps towards me and moved to straddle my legs, placing her tan knees on the couch and those long delicate fingers on my shoulders. She looked down at me and tilted her head to the side, long blond hair falling to wear the bottom of her bra met the tan part of her skin above her ribs. I wasn’t sure what to say. “Uh, what are you doing?” She grinned again and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I tried to think of what to do about the situation while those full pink lips ran a line. It was more like she wanted me to be her friend with benefits. We would stay together in my hotel room for some good boom-boom. And then we would just go around sight-seeing and partying the rest of the time.That's how we ended up doing it, when we agreed on the money I was going to give her every day. And it wasn't a lot of money for me, because the cost of living was much lower in Thailand, than where I came from. So, the money we agreed upon was good enough for both me and her.We went to. Thick and hard enough to knock the wind out of her, she clutched car seat tight enough to whiten her knuckles. “Fuck you are a big boy.” Grinding against him firmly; he didn’t stand a chance. Her twenty years of experience in milking cocks versus his two of fucking cunts. “Yes, bite them.” With her tits in his face, she had him by all his senses. Her evocative perfume, the aural delight of her soft feminine moans and the pleasure of her gym-honed yummy-mummy body sat on his cock. She rode him.