Cool Blog: ROUND AND BROWN - ROUNDANDBROWN.COM Without prompting, she stood and pulled off her polo top and doffed her bra. Kneeling down at my feet she pulled at my belt and undid my trousers, pulling my rising cock out of my boxers. She looked at me, then down at my crotch and then held her hands to her face. Springing up she ran to my bedroom and slammed the door. That she was crying was a certainty and I composed myself before following her.
"I'm not a slut." she sniffled as I entered the room.
"I never said you were, Melissa. I just wanted to accomplish some business and enjoy your company for the evening." She sniffled again, almost a snort if you will. I patted her on the back.
"You can't blame me for wanting you, can you?"
She nodded politely and I could see my little bit of flattery was well timed and well taken.
"Where's your bathroom?" she inquired.
I gestured at the correct door and she got up from the bed where we were seated and strode quite beautifully to the door. The volume of alcohol she'd imbibed had caught up with her bladder and the tile walls of the bathroom served to amplify the resultant sounds. She peed like a racehorse, frankly. It was a while before I heard the sound of a flush and then a good fifteen minutes passed as I waited for her to emerge.
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