He thought about how it would feel to squeeze her ass cheeks and feel around with his fingers, finding the wet valley and probing her ass. In the afte...noon, she often visited a two story building and she always asked Imran to wait. Imran wondered where she goes in the building, and what she does there. When she returned, he thought her face seemed flushed, and she always had fresh lipstick. She always acted tired or maybe just very relaxed. He often saw a young man-waving goodbye to her and he. [Thoughts in Mr. Mehta’s mind: Uff! This bitch has left me hard. Just look at that ass from behind. I feel like grabbing that ass hard. I will go up and masturbate first. I can’t go to the market now]I got out, and Mr. Mehta went up again. We finally reached the car. I sat in the driver’s seat, and Ria sat next to me.Me: This Mehta was very inquisitive. Did you see how he was looking at you? Felt like punching him in his face.Ria: (Laughing) Oh papa, you are funny. Are you jealous that he was. At 1.30 am our team completed work everybody went home I accompanied Stella to her apartment.We entered her apartment she closed the door from behind and she directly went to the kitchen and brought a bottle of water and couple of glasses we sat on the floor in the living room poured water and vodka started sipping it after a couple of drinks she lit a cigarette and started smoking and blowing smoke to my face and laughing I poured one more drink and glurped down the glass of vodka so fast and. He rolled onto his back and I followed, my lips finding his and loving it even as my hand stroked. I had stroked a couple of boys when I was a teenager and dating - don't recall ever doing it with my husband though. It was strangely thrilling to feel that pulsating muscle in my hand, as my son's hips thrust up and down even as his tongue attacked my own within my mouth.He ejaculated upon my hand and on his stomach. I watched it with something like awe - never having witnessed the sight before..