She shook her head. "Listen, I'm in a bad situation now, dude. I'm flat broke, and I owe a lot of money to my parents and for my student loans. I'm no... going to be able to pay my rent for a few months. So what do you want?"This was like a symphony to my ears. The girl of my wet dreams, and she was asking what I wanted in return for help only I could offer. I took a deep breath. "I want to fuck you."She rolled her eyes, hands on hips. "Wow, big surprise. Is that all?" No," I said, feeling. I'm so glad that him sounded like a nice person and patient also and indeed it is I can tell now :-) but what made me rode my bicycle those 6 miles to meet him were those words,(actually 12 miles because I had to go back home) he sounded so sexual, so experience, such a good lover, so masculine, and attractive mmmmm mmmmm yeahh, had a little trouble finding his house, so when we finally met, I arrived to his two stories house, left my bike parked under stairs, started walking up when he came. “I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I could see when you got here that you were wearing a c-cup six band sizes too small. Your tits have a wider gap between them than most bras are made to handle. You need a b-cup that lets you adjust the cups to accommodate your breasts. If you let me fix it, the bra will be much better than it is now,” I told the delivery woman.She started to unclip it when I stopped her. All I needed to do was widen the cups, which I could do with her wearing. Now we really wouldn't want mother to find out would we?"As these words were leaving his lips he was also unfastening his trousers again. Retrieving his cock he started to pull back on it just 3 inches from her face. So close she could smell the scent of the girl still on him. It seemed so beautiful to her and her fingers once more started to knead her bud."Taste it Miss Webb, suck me."Holding her head he fed himself into her obliging mouth. He started to slowly fuck her face, and.