If she makes the moves i should just go along or should i fight it? It was so wrong but it felt so right. We made small talk about other things but i ...voided making any eye contact. It definitely was awkward. I just saw her ass. And what’s worse, i think i may have liked it. It was so filled out and juicy i wish i could grab it at least once or at least have one last look at it. Her maid walked in with her shirt and a wonderfully shaped high waist skirt and went away. This skirt had to be. I felt a rush of fear and excitement. Something felt alarming about this but also enticing. Yes, I replied. I was no Boy Scout. He wiggled his finger invitingly… so I came a little closer. “Good. How about you serve me another round... and one for yourself too, why not. And then let me have a look at that ass? In the flesh.”He said this and placed a 20 dollar bill on the bar. Minus the drinks, that would have been another decent tip. But there was also the fact that I was suddenly aroused by. "Although that subject is not something that should be laughed at."Brett got himself under control, his laughter reluctantly tapering off and dying away. "Of course not," he said, wiping a tear from his eye and giving a few more light coughs. "Forgive me. So what kind of scandal is going on that I should be made aware of during this official debrief session?" It seems," Jessica said, her expression now taking on the barely repressed delight it assumed whenever she was sharing a particularly. ” As Anita stood, Grant’s tempo slowed and now, as we both hungrily admire the dripping Rubenesque form before us, he has buried every inch of his cock within my wet and welcoming sheath leaving me to wriggle my pretty little bottom against his lower stomach. “She …?” Anita nods in response to Grant’s incomplete question, simultaneously wiping a hand across her sodden cheek and chin before holding it up to inspect her dripping fingers. Immediately I’m leaning forward ready for her to insert.