”“Me too. Salary might be an issue. You would need to hire her as a Level III programmer, I think.”“That’s up to Dave,” I said. “It has ...o be.”“Understood. Did you enjoy yourself?”“I did. She said she wants to move into the city and start coming to my place for the Rap Sessions.”“It’ll be good for her. Now she needs to meet a nice guy. Well, another one; one who can actually be her boyfriend.”“Jeri, just be careful how you present the lessons. Don’t make assumptions. And no more. I didn't expect any real organized resistance this early, but I scanned the surrounding area before ducking back behind the building. A quick circuit of the restrooms brought me out near the rear of the truck. The only weapon I had left in the cab was an extra Ka-bar knife stuffed under the driver's seat, and I didn't picture anyone wearing sandals as coming to this party heavily armed, so I slipped around the back of the truck and eased up to the driver's door. The guy had found a can of. I put the bag on a table and followed her. She went into her bedroom but didn’t drop the towel as I was hoping. Instead she opened a bureau drawer and pulled out a shirt.I pulled her back against me. “Really, you don’t have to put anything on.”“I’m not going to eat dinner in just a towel.”“Then don’t wear anything,” I whispered and slid both hands under the towel. “Let’s have dessert first.”She sighed. I knew she could feel my hard-on under the thin summer uniform. I pulled her butt closer and. . SHIT!!” The South American hunk groans, sweat dripping off his nose as he feels his rod throbbing again between her tits, perhaps wishing now he'd pulled out of her pussy sooner so he could have spent longer pumping these fantastic, rounded and sizable breasts but left with no choice but to keep on fucking her tits and keeping his own cock sandwiched between them.“Ooooooooooh fuck!! Mmmmmm... Yeah, let it rip!!” Jessica laughs when his cock suddenly blasts the first thick shot of spunk up her.