.” I muttered, trying not to look at all the bared skin.“Relax,” she said. “You filed for divorce, so you’re free of Mom. I’m nineteen. I�...�m perfectly legal. I’m here, and I want you. You can’t tell me you don’t want me too.”Her hand slid straight to my crotch as soon as she finished, and I stiffened. To my chagrin, my muscles weren’t the only things stiffening. I had a young, sexy woman sitting on my lap, squeezing my cock, and it was reacting naturally.She moaned. “Even if you do try to lie to. That's the irony in it. I leaned up against her beautiful dress and felt the peaks of her breasts rise and stand at my attention. My pussy continues to drip its warm luxurious oil. My stockings are now caked in my love juice. Her fingers make a beeline for my chest. "Mmm baby take it off," she whispers lustily in my ear whilst biting it. "I want to see those beautiful tits be set free in my hands. Mmm now!" I do as she asks, no questions or complaints. I can't get my shirt off fast enough let. “Can he do it again?” she begged “I will pay extra”. I squatted down and told her I wouldn’t take extra money. “Just give his a few minutes Ruth honey” I said “I am sure he will want another chance to please you”.Thankfully Randy did rise to the occasion. Ruth got on all fours again and I called him over. He licked her still soaked pussy and seemed to know she wanted more. He certainly did and mounted her. She looked over at me and mouthed the words “thank you” and then squealed as Randy drove. It was loud and it stung quite a bit. “That sounded like a boy talking,” he said harshly and he slapped my butt again. A bit harder this time. “If you got something to say to me, you better fucking say it like the slutty, little whore, of a girl you are!” Another harder slap on my butt. “I’m sorry,” I said in the girly-voice. I was almost crying. “Please put me down. Please, please, please.” “What’ll you do if I do put you down?” “I’ll do whatever you want. .