She had a kimono style robe on those tits straining against the material. I handed her a coffee and remarked you have a great set of tits C I bet John...loves them. Blushing she nodded, we moved into the living room siting at each end of the couch, I lifting my leg under me and of course she got a good view of my shaven pussy again a blush and trying to keep eye contact but her eyes kept falling to between my legs. Stuttering and blushing she blurted out I see you shave John has asked me to but. Immediately my mind wandered away from the interview and sexual thoughts ran round. She approached me and greeted me with a smile and handshake. After a little small talk she asked me to follow her to the interview room....So the interview commenced and I tried my best to concentrate on the questions being asked without staring at her big bust dying to explode from her blouse. As it was coming to an end she asked if there was anything I wanted to ask her. The first thing that came to my head. Obviously they knew that the bank was an integral part of our operation. I debated with myself whether or not to answer the message. This came from an office in Rome, and I did not want to waste the training time of several troopers just to deliver a refusal, so I chose to ignore the message. I did tell Mentor about the message just in case he had missed it, and he agreed with me.Hidden in the fancy talk was a threat of military action if we did not do as ordered. As long as it was a direct. But one day when I came to the college she was sitting there without her turban in her head.She was wearing a shirt and very tight jeans exposing her sexy thighs. Look all the sexier. From that moment onwards i started noticing her. Even though she was a mother of two, her figure didn’t say that. I used to stare at her boobs and thighs. We used to call each other mostly for college purpose. At times we used to say about our partners on how much we used to miss them. My wife was at Bangalore and.