Lauren was torn. She was dating a sweet guy, Andrew. The sex was good, and he was just an all around nice guy. But from the moment she’d met his family, the flame was gone. His father... She’d always had a thing for older guys, she wouldn’t deny it. And his father was, simply put, hot. Every word he spoke to her oozed seduction, and just a look from him had her squirming.<br/><br/>She knew she should’ve made an excuse to leave when he suggested they watch a movie together. The proximity alone made her head fuzzy. But before she could talk her way out of it, she was sitting between Andrew and Richard. Above the blankets, she had Andrew’s arm draped over her shoulders, and her head was leaning against him.<br/><br/>But it was below the blanket that mattered. Once the movie had captured Andrew’s attention, she felt a hand on her leg. Her first thought was that it was Andrew himself, but he’d never do something like that around his dad, and he was entranced in the movie. That left one option, though she didn’t dare look at Richard to check.<br/><br/>She sat there, frozen, as Richard’s hand inched it’s way toward where she craved him the most. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, stifling a groan when his fingers finally brushed against her pussy, which was wet in anticipation for him. But that wasn’t all the older man had in stock, apparently. She felt him grab her wrist, directing her hand to the... Was that his dick? Holy hell... He had to be twice the size as her boyfriend, which immediately intimidated her.<br/><br/>She didn’t hesitate though. She’d waited weeks to have a moment alone with him, and this was the closest she was likely to get. She squeezed his cock through his jeans for a moment before getting a burst of bravado. She waited for a loud part in the movie before hurriedly unzipping his jeans, sliding her hand under his boxers and gripping the shaft of his large cock firmly, jerking him off with slow, smooth movements. With the blanket on top of him, it appeared as though nothing was happening.