She leaned on my shoulder, somewhat uncomfortably. I put my right arm around her and pulled her close. Much better. I leaned against the wall and J...nny leaned on me. We cuddled silently for a few minutes. At first, I just felt Jenny leaning against me. I started noticing that her breast was pushed against me. She had nice breasts—large and firm. Jenny kept them well hidden, rarely exposing any cleavage, but her nipples would often be visible through a T-shirt. Tonight, her breasts. And you fucking said ‘no’?!?Technically, I didn’t answer the question.Don’t you fucking try to dodge the issue you fucking fucked-up fucktard!Upset now, are you?You’d better fucking believe it! Nevermind that she’s the one of the greatest Grade-A pussies you’ve ever had, that girl fucking LOVES you. You became available and , she wanted to fucking marry you. And you fucking broke her fucking HEART.The hamster wheel has to stop. She can’t be a broken record anymore. I had to let her out of the. After clicking through several porn scenes of various genres of perversions, I become frustrated by the lack of hardcore splooge inspiring clips -- not to mention the pain in my knees from balancing the rigid and increasingly hot surface of the posterior portion of my laptop! I settle for a halfway decent scene with a hot but real looking babe performing some sexual act upon some generic guy's rod. (There is just something about a pretty girl who seems to genuinely enjoy working the dick and. Our hands began to wander. “Brett, you are way too dressed for what I want to do to you,” she whispered. She tore my shirt open, buttons flying, yanked up my t-shirt and began kissing my chest. She found a nipple and bit lightly. I gasped. She sucked. I held the back of her head. She switched nipples and sucked hard. I was having trouble standing. Then Jenny unfastened my belt and the catch on my pants. She grabbed the pants at the waist and pulled them down to my ankles, along with my boxers..