Fucking Friend's Father 2Chapter2:

She looked down. Sure enough, her blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to her breast. Her breasts are fairly small, and most days she don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight she was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. she covered herself quickly, looking up at Mr. Lesnar and blushing furiously as she realised what she had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "she... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."

"it's fine," Mr. Lesnar mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl,and

...I..., I'm the one who should be sorry, Ruth."

She didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, she was actually kind of flattered, now that she knew Mr. Lesnar wasn't a perverted freak. She looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as she stared at him, She began to think of a way to get back at both Kelly and her boyfriend.

She took a step forward. "You shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Lesnar. I'm kind of flattering, actually," She said.

He laughed softly. "I'm Forty, Ruth. Getting hard looking at a twenty year old girl who is my daughter's best friend -- and my best friend's daughter -- isn't a good thing. She can't help it, though. Every time you come over here, I..." he stopped, and shook his head. "God, I shouldn't be telling you that. You already think I'm sick, I shouldn't tell you that."

This was even better, she thought. she looked around the room. Kelly was a normal girl, and her room was fairly messy, but her bed was clear of stuff, and nicely made. she walked over and sat down on it, leaning on her hands and pressing her knees together as she looked at Mr. Lesnar. "I don't mind, Mr. Lesnar. In fact, it kind of helps me."

He continued to stare at the ground. "I don't see how it helps you."

"Well, I've just been cheated on by my boyfriend, and my best friend. I've always thought you were a very good looking man, and well, you obviously would be able to help me... well, get back at them."

He finally looked at her. "I can't," he said. "I mean... you're twenty."

she giggled. "And I'm all wet. How about you help me out of these wet clothes?"

"And it's my daughter... Honey, I'm mad at her, but I can't do that to her," he continued, though she noticed that her comment had made his voice tremble a bit.

"You don't understand what she did to her," she said. "Imagine that someone knew what would hurt you the worst in the world, and then they did it. I know you want to, and right now there's nothing she want more."

He stood, staring at her for a minute, looking conflicted. she bit her lip as he looked at her. "Please, Mr. Lesnar?" she said softly, pleading with him.

"Your father is going to kill me," he whispered before walking up to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, though he was so tall that he could almost still see eye-to-eye with her. He touched her knee, and his hands were warm against her goose-bumped skin. His eyes took her in, staring at her body and looking as though he were trying to memorise the look of her wet clothes clinging to her. "You're freezing," he said, running his hands down her calves and then to the hem of her skirt. she sighed as he tried to warm her up a bit, though her skin was so damp that it wasn't doing much.

He put his hands on her hips. "Stand up," he ordered. she stood slowly, his hands guiding her up as she stood and staying on her hips. His nose was almost brushing the wet skirt, and she could tell that it was lined up against her mound. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It stuck to her hips and he pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor with a sloppy thud. She shivered as she was left in just a tiny, black lace thong, the air in the room chilling her even further and causing most of her pale skin to b covered in goose-bumps. Mr. Lesnar let out an appreciative sigh and slid his hands up to her ass, his hands warm against her bare skin as he buried his face into her covered mound. He sucked her clit through the thin thong, and she gasped as her body started to tingle. He used his grip on her ass to pull her body closer to his face, his face just pressed against her . He stayed like that for a moment before he brought his hands to the waistband of the thong, slowly pulling it down her legs. Once he had it off, he stood up. she had never stood this close to Mr. Lesnar before, and had to look up to see him. He raised his hands to her shirt and started to unbutton it. Once it was undone, he peeled it away from her damp skin and dropped it to the floor. she shivered as she stood, nude, in front of him, unable to keep herself from shaking as he then took a step back and stared at her.

"Is everything okay, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked softly, concerned that he was going to back out on her. Ahe crossed her arms and rubbed her upper arms, trying to warm up.

He nodded, then paused and shook his head. "Ruth... your dad is going to kill me if I do this to you. And Kelly will hate both of us forever."

She stood naked and still shivering in front of him as her face fell. "Please..." she whispered. "I will never tell my dad... and I won't tell Kelly that you did it because of what I told you." He continued to shake his head as he stared at her. "Mr. Lesnar, please. I know you want this..."

He swallowed again. "You just want this for revenge," he said. "I..."

"I want it, though," she said, and she wasn't lying. Just having him undress her and the little bit of attention he had paid to her clit had her dripping wet. The warmth between her legs was spreading all over her lower body. "Please, I know you want this. Don't you want me, Mr. Lesnar?"

He opened his mouth, and she anticipated protest. "I will let you do anything to me that you want."

His mouth shut and he looked her straight in the eye. "Anything?"

she grinned. "Anything at all."

He stared at her for a moment longer and then began to unbuckle his belt. He could see how horny she was, so he decided to take full control. "Since you said anything. I want you to get down on your knees," He said. She dropped onto the carpeted floor obediently, looking up at him. She knew what he want her to do. She had been in that position many times. He took his belt off and walked over to her. "I guess you know what to do."

He sounded confident, but also a bit nervous, as if she wouldn't listen to him.

She grinned. Little did he know that this was one of Ruth's favourite parts of sex. She loved to suck dick, and she loved to look up and watch as the guy she was sucking got off. she reached up and unbuttoned Mr. Lesnar's pants, sliding them down his legs, and teasing his dick through his boxers. she reached back up and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, slowly bringing them down. His dick sprang out, and she grinned, impressed.