The only good thing at work was the receptionist, Jenna, a cute twenty-something with brown eyes and black hair in a long ponytail with a seriously ro...king body! She was only about five-foot-two and unlike me, she didn't mind going bare legged underneath her black skirt, and given how sexy she looked I didn't blame her!I only have eyes for Sally, but I do appreciate a cute woman. I do prefer dresses though, and when I am at home, I like to have a nice bright knee or mid-thigh length dress on.It. “God fucking damn babe that was definitely not in my dream,” I said through my grunts of pleasure as her mouth and tongue worked my cock slowly, but amazingly erotic. After about ten minutes of her sucking, stroking, and licking me, she got up and straddled my lap with my cock still in her hand. With a wide grin, I looked at her as she sat up grabbing her legs and wrapped them around me. I kissed her yet again, then slid my hand up her legs to her ass and grabbed her as I slowly slid my cock. No lip action. No head bobbing. Nothing. Just the hands. This might as well be a handjob.I caress her cheeks, scoop her long brown hair away from her face, gently hold her head in both hands, and slowly move her mouth up and down on my cock. After a few strokes, she gets the idea and starts doing it on her own, swirling her tongue as she does, then starts taking it deeper. She gags a few times, but looks up at me, smiling with my cock in her mouth, proud of her accomplishments so far.Suddenly. It turned out that he had a friend who knew he was interested in something along the lines of an american classic. His friend had managed to get the car in a deal after it had been in an accident. He sold it to Mr Clover for much less than the car was worth, even with all the damage that it had.Dad agreed with the price and wrote a cheque for them there and then. They couldn’t know that the cheque he wrote was from my trust of which I was the owner and Dad was just a trustee.Obviously since the.