While Jennie was in the kitchen, Andy wandered around the living room checking the place out. She came in and found him playing with here stereo. “H...w about some music,” he asked? “Good idea,” she replied, and stuck in a Sinatra CD and hit the play button. Both of them settled down on the couch with Frank crooning in the back ground. Jennie was now feeling the affect of all the liquor she had consumed that evening, as her pussy was dripping wet and her clit had hardened in anticipation of an. It was a small operation, the owner, me, and some occasional office help. The owner was a likable Foghorn Leghorn full of BS guy, who always talked big and dropped a lot of names. He really did know some big name entertainment people, so you never knew when he was blowing smoke or not, and he used it every chance he could to get some star struck gal out of her clothes,which he did quite often. After a month or so, he hired a part time girl to help in the office and sell ads too. Tall, slim with. We sat down on the sofa and he just stared at me, saying nothing. But he did not waste any time; he put his hand behind me, he slipped it under my t-shirt and started rubbing my back, putting his fingers down my shorts in the back too. I heard him moaning softly with desire and his eyes were burning into me. Then he asked me directly if I wanted a back rub to relax. He warned me he would not do anything I did not want him to do.Then I struggled with myself. But finally I got up and led him into. "But your breasts, Mamma," whined Becky."AJ may button me up ... if he wants to," she sighed."Mamma!" squealed her daughter."You two go harvest some more wheat," she ordered. "Or corn or whatever. Just leave us alone for a while."She looked to see AJ's face, peering down at her. It was sideways, and she tried to crank her head around to see him properly, but couldn't do it. His head moved and suddenly he looked right."Come on, Becky," she heard Frank Jr. say.AJ sank to his knees. He still.