Your Jeans

Your cock is starting to get hard and pitching a tent and your jeans are becoming uncomfortable. You start to take them off. As you undo the belt and zipper, Brooke hears this and starts to freak out. "No no no no, keep your pants on, you don't need to do this, please" she pleads over and over again.

You decide you want to have her sitting on top of you. You tilt her forward, her body stays largely ridgid, potentially to make it so you can pose her as necessary.

You left her up and slide in underneeth, you pull her tight so that her denim short shorts it just over your cock. She weighs so little that it's extremely comfortable.

You slide in front of the full length mirror, and look at your head popping over dodgers while your left hand fondles her breasts. Dodger has fallen quiet now, you whisper into her ear, "we're going to have a lot of fun today Brooke"

You realise that your still fondling the outside of her shirt, time to change that