My father entered into house and shouted “Sudha(my mom’s name), where are you?” Due to this Shout, my mom shocked and turned back to see who was...behind her. She surprised by seeing watchman of society and she slapped him. She asked him to leave place. But he didn’t leave. My father sat on sofa by my side and continue shouting for mom. My mom got nervous and started finding place to hide him as she knew that my father would come into kitchen for drinking water.Finally, My mom lifted her saree. ’Too late! I had him in my very generous cleavage.‘Here’s another trick,’ I crooned as I pressed my tits together, trapping him in there so escape was not a possibility.‘Lotus,’ he gasped.Still taking no notice of negatives, I began to move up and down, slowly but surely, liking the way his skin adhered to mine.‘I should have done this last weekend,’ I whispered. ‘I’ve been wishing I had ever since.*****Please do excuse me for not introducing myself sooner. As this story is more or less a. I heard the toilet door opening and the same man’s voice asking if I was ready so, after a deep breath, I opened the cubicle door and ushered him over. I moved back and he quickly entered, closed the door and stood with his back to it. ‘Got them on ? ’ he asked immediately ‘let’s see ‘em’.I hadn’t bargained on us being quite so close up but there was not much space in there. My sexy stripping practice went out the window and instead I shyly undid my shorts and let them slip to the floor without. The following Wednesday, it was Stan's turn to drive. That afternoon, Denise asked if they could go for a meal instead of just a drink, "'cuz I didn't have time for lunch today." Stan agreed, because he couldn't think of an excuse not to."You make the reservations, Stan. I'm like putty in your hands tonight!" she joked.Stan didn't think much of the joke, but he waited until Denise left before his face fell. He looked over at his assistant."Elizabeth, you talk to Denise, don't you?" Yes, Stan?".