It was no longer a matter of if I was going to fuck Ron, but when. Our flirting that weekend ramped up a notch when we knew nobody was looking. He'd grab my ass as he would walk by, I'd try to run my hand along his cock in the kitchen. I made sure to give him great views of my ass and tits when I could. At one point when we were both upstairs - he grabbed me by the back of the neck, put me up against his wall and shoved h...