That Saturday she really primped herself out in preparation. She put on a sexy, super low cut top which squeezed her tits together showing off tons of... boob, and she wore a tight jean mini-skirt. You could practically see her twat if she moved just right since she wasn’t wearing any panties.Well, soon enough, Jason arrived at our house and we began socializing and drinking plenty of beer. The night progressed and eventually all three of us were sitting on the couch watching a movie, with Angel. She grabbed a clean shop rag off my workbench and spread it on the floor, kneeling in front of me. “Okay,” she said.As I said, I'm a businessman. I have bills to pay, the mortgage on the shop and my house, insurance, taxes, materials, all the things a small businessman has to deal with every day. But I also have needs. Looking down at her, seeing her looking up at me, licking her lips only inches from the bulge growing in my pants... well, what else do you think I could have done?Before my. It delved into the crevices of my abs, tracing them with his saliva. The trivial sensation sent shivers through my body as he closed in on my crotch. He grabbed my dick, slowly jerking the length of it making my mind tingle in bliss. He tightly gripped me, jerking me from the base to the head. His slow, methodical movements, flooded my body with pleasure. I was enjoying this. My long term crush who I just blew, turning me the fuck on.He started to pick up the pace simultaneously, leaning down. “I'm fine,” she replied. “I'm sorry, dear. I haven't had much sleep recently. I just need to catch up on some sleep tonight. That's all. We'll have some fun tomorrow, okay?” “Okay,” I said. “That's fine. I hope you sleep well, dear. I love you.” “You too,” she answered. With a sigh, I shut my eyes. After a few minutes of deep contemplation and sexual frustration, I finally fell asleep. The following Saturday morning arrived swiftly. When I awoke, I immediately noticed that Becca was.