Her ass must have been the juiciest piece of meat I had ever seen. At another point, she leaned back, puffing out her chest. When we finished studying... she surprised me."Now, for your payment..." Wait, I thought this was a friend thing! I have to pay you for it?" I asked, semi jokingly."Well, I don't need money. I need you to escort me to Target, and go clothes shopping. And you know my public rule, right?" I have to pretend to be your boyfriend?" You got it! Are you good with that?" It's only. Three of them had offered to marry her already but shehad not found the right one yet. She laughed as she toldme that one of the guys, Joe, was a well built blackwith a big cock… I asked if she had met any of them.Jasmine replied a few had come over to see her and theyhad spent a good time with them, mostly back in theirmotel but that none of them had followed through andbeen serious about her…As we chatted she would lick her lips and give me a sexypose asking if I was hard for her.. I was very horny but I controlled for a long time as I wanted the best from her. She said, “Oh, you are good! Usually, children of your age blow in a short time.” We both laughed at her joke.Then she removed her saree completely. I could see her well-shaved pussy. She said, “This might help you.” Then she took the dick between her boobs and gave me an amazing boob job. While giving me she said, “Don’t tell your parents or they will kill me.” I agreed.I was near the edge and I blew a huge load. To put it simply, Jessica was a disgrace to the trumpet player image. She was nice to everyone. She was sweet and kind. She never thought a flute player or a trombonist were beneath her. Everybody loved her. Worse yet, she was never competitive with the other trumpet players. Evan and I had an uneasy friendship. We tolerated each other. We both wanted to be the best, but there can only be one person who is the best. Jessica simply was the best without demonstrating a personality willing to step.