The girl had grown over the winter and the woman she would become was already before me. Her wet clothes left nothing to hide from her teenaged breast..., which really stood far out, to the rounding of her hips and butt below a thin waist. Her brown hair, curling in the wet and humidity only added to the wild look.I shook the rising thoughts out of my head and asked her if she had eaten any dinner. Of course she hadn't so I offered to heat up some meatloaf while she put her clothes in the dryer. “But the barstools do a much better job of showing off those glorious legs of yours.” “You’re so bad,” she said. “Bar it is.” The hitched themselves onto two adjacent stools, and Melissa adjusted the slit in her skirt so a long expanse of her leg was revealed. “This feels decadent,” she smiled at him. “I think the drink of the day is a guava-mango thing with rum.” “Scotch rocks,” she said simply. “You don’t get an umbrella with that one,” he noted. “But I’ll get a buzz quicker with the Scotch.”. Well what if you could do something about it?”“I…”“What if after a delicious dessert we were to go back to my place and sort this business out once and for all?”“You mean…”“I mean what if the papers are signed and waiting back there to be handed over? What if once you’d driven me there and had them in your possession, Mac, you were to get some fucking payback? You know, do what it takes for us to part on good terms. How do you like the sound of that?”“I…” He liked it a lot and he knew that she. ” I said, and before I had a chance to make an excuse, my mind began to replay the vivid scenes of my hard cock slamming in and out of her beautiful face. I was instantly turned on and could feel my resistance slipping away. I was standing naked and soaking wet and my cock had already swelled to it's full length and was sticking out in front of me. I took it in my hand and slowly began to stroke it as I tried to imagine what this fucking woman had in mind. “Peter! Are you still there? What are.