Gao se bahar nikalte he wo bike me meri kamar pakad kar baith gai raste me gaddhe hone k karan usne mote mote chuche meri peth ko lagRahe the tb humne...bat start ki aur mujhe pata laga k wo bhi mujhe like krti h aur jb rat me muth mar raha tha tab usne mujhe dekh liya tha maine bike sunsaan jagah pe roki aur use kis karne lag gaya usne bhi mujhe jor sePakad kr kis krna start kr diya pas he me bhot jhadiya thi hum bike side me khadi karke jhadiyo me chale gaye humne uski chunni bichai aur wahi. "Okay if I stop by later? I have class in a little while, but I'd like to speak to Annette," said Ken, rinsing off his dishes."Yeah, no prob."Arianwen appeared around the corner with her laptop bag in her hand. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Ken."Good morning, my Husband," she smiled. "I'm ready to go when you are." Good morning to you, my wife," he said, smiling in return. They paused for a deeper kiss. "You don't have to go with me, you know. I'm sure you have other things to do than to. So by smooching her, I was carsing her boobs and naval. Slowly I reached her pussy over her saree and cupped it she arched her back a little. Then slowly I put my hands inside her saree and touched her soft puffy pussy it was very wet oozing a lot of her precum.I went near her ears kissed it and told her to remove her blouse hook and she did it and I opened her bra hook. Her boobs became free and bounced out of her bra. I lifted it and started massaging it with both hands and she was arching. But I guess I’d never actually come into work wearing a short pleated skirt, knee-high socks and a cut-off T-shirt before.His eyes kept darting between me and my resignation letter. I’d gotten Mom to help write it; she knows the kind of thing that grown-ups want to read in those kind of letters.Honestly, she wrote most of it. I signed my name at the bottom tho, when she was done.“Well, uh,” he stammered when he was done. “We’re going to miss you, Tiffany.”I don’t think he even noticed that he.