You look stressed

She rubs my shoulders, I luxuriate in the feel of her delicate hands as the smooth skin of her naked teen body rubs up and down my side.

"Mr. Dan you look stressed," Jenny's hands before. To work their way from my shoulder down my back, "Don't worry about throwing Kenny out." Jenny's hands are now on the small of my back. "He's just a punk, and Jo's so drunk she won't even remember in the morning." Jenny's hands are now sliding around to my stomach, her naked breasts pressed into my back. "You could have fucked her silly just now and she wouldn't even know." As she says this hands lower and reach the waistband of my shorts, it's obvious they are heading towards my steel hard erection. If I'm going to stop this it's now or never.