The quickest way to finally get Richard out of their lives would be to keep raising his experience and confidence with women so he could get a girlfriend and move out. If that meant pretending to actually be in a relationship, then so be it. Dean's plan had been to step back and bring Richard back down to Earth, but Brooke wasn't sure that was wise. If he took it as rejection and got depressed and closed himself off again, who knows how long they'd be stuck with him.
"Hey," Richard said. "Umm... I've been hard since you came in. Do you think you could help me with that?"
Brooke tried to muster up some energy, but then shook her head knowing how long he could last. "I'm not even sure if I'm up for a hand job right now," she sighed.
"Okay," Richard said. "You just lay there and relax. I'll jerk off myself. At least I get to jerk off to you instead of some porno."
"W-wait!" Brooke stammered. His cock drove her crazy. She wasn't sure she could tolerate Richard jerking off right in front of her and not somehow being in on the action. "I have an idea you might like better. You'd still have to most of the work, but... you could use my tits."
Richard had a huge grin as he took off his boxers and climbed onto the bed. He straddled her stomach and grabbed her tits, sliding his cock between them. "I love your tits! They're so soft and perfect!" he exclaimed as he began kneading them in circles, pressing them against his cock. As he thrust forward, his tip reached her chin. Occasionally she leaned forward to give it a little lick, but for the most part just lay back, panting in rhythm with his thrusts.
"I'm going to cum!" Richard shouted finally as he squeezed her tits tightly around his cock. Brooke closed her eyes as his hot semen sprayed all over her face.
"I have to get to work now," Brooke said after showering and helping Richard wash his sheets. "But maybe starting tomorrow we can have breakfast together and watch some TV or something."
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