He stared into her recreated green eyes and wished things had gone differently. He thought about grabbing a beer, but he couldn’t seem to let go of ...er gaze. ‘This is ridiculous,’ Emma said aloud to herself, as she shivered inside her car, ‘Just go home.’ She looked down at the cut-off gray sweatpants concealing such a small part of her chill-bumped, ever-pale legs. She wrapped the flannel work shirt around her exposed belly. She’d forgotten how she’d pulled off the bottom three buttons when. I was heaven. She knew I was close so she held onto my cock and fist pumped it while directing it towards her vaginal hole where I shot close to ten ropes of cum on her pussy.What happened afterwards is as breathtaking as the orgasm that we two felt. She took three of her fingers and slowly started to swirl my cum and her pussy juices together and brought it to her mouth where she sucked it clean. I was in awe for the good five minutes she did that. All I could do was to finish her off with a. My tits were out in the open. I was almost hoping my brother would grab one and allow me to exercise my veto power over these mere mortal men. But that was not the case. I was feeling lively. I wanted to dance, move about a little. It would be a little awkward to do topless, with my tits flopping everywhere, but hey that was the deal. Now I don't normally get a craving to go dancing, however I had one now. The guys sat there with their mouths agape watching me as I moved around, sometimes. The man had an unusual talent for horses and it might bode well to keep him moderately happy? Jean turned to his burl wood desk and poured himself a glass of amber-hued golden brandy, this time real liquor from the town of Cognac, France. Well Jean thought to himself, it is only good form to ask the father’s permission when you plan to deflower his daughter and turn her into a harlot. Jean grinned and thought of the humiliation he could inflict on this poor man. Humiliation had become Jean’s.