Ask her some more questions first.

With a stiffy nearly grazing Vanessa's leg now, you clear your throat.

"Soo... if I wanted to impregnate you," your finger continues down the contour of Vanessa's pussy folds thoughtfully which she reacts to with only minimal emotion. "How'd you respond to that?"

Vanessa shrugs, though this time with more of her face than her shoulders. "Babies, huh? I guess my mom would love that. She's always wanted to be a grandmother. You know how abuelitas are."

"If I wanted to do that to you, right now, here in front of everyone?"

"Dude!" Vanessa turns to you. "You know how many people are going to see my pussy if you do that?"

You are surprised for a moment at her seemingly agitated response. But then you realize she hadn't actually objected to the action of fucking her in front of everyone itself, only voiced a personal opinion about some minor collateral. But even then, would it matter?

"It should be okay, though, right?" you question, flirting with her boundaries. "And besides, I just want to fuck you without any condoms and in the open where it's much more comfortable."

Vanessa rolls her eyes. "Of course it's 'okay, if you want to do it. I was just saying, you know, that I'm not really an exhibitionist. Though I s'pose no one will really much mind either way."

"Vanessa, take off your top for me."

"Sure."

Withdrawing your hand, you stand and watch as the girl pulls the hem of her top over her head. Air catches in your throat at the sight of her bra-encased breasts. They were lovely. And just as you thought, she really would do anything with you, or if you asked her to... even if it didn't seem like that was anywhere on her agenda at all.

"All natural, right?"

"From the day I was born, big boy," she tosses the top to a nearby armrest.

"Shake them please," you request.

Vanessa quaintly raises her shoulders and with half-curled hands facing upward at her side, she bends forward slightly and begins to shake her breasts from side to side. "You mean like this?"

"Yes," you nod at the swinging, full and large bosom before you, your tenting pants becoming highly visible. "Just like that."