So in the mean time only i and maami used to be there. Initially i wasnt much opened up but as time flew i was attracted to maami. I used to take her ...o mall and while walking in the shops she used to be behind me and i being in front , i used to brush my elbows to her softy softy boobs. She din knew it was intentional.This was always whenever i used to take her out even with kids as they never knew anything. Well her name was pooja , age 37 and figure 36 34 36. I used to die for her boobs a. She may be better if I visit and talk to her once.So I took a week’s leave claiming I have some medication and went to Bangalore to meet her. I went to her place. I greeted my uncle and directly went to her room to see her. I saw her in the worst situation. She was always in the room and did not talk to anyone since the day engagement was broken.I felt really bad for her. But I did not show my sympathy to her. Instead, I went and gave a formal hug which we always do when we meet. But she was. Those damned lawyers and feminists were ruining everything!Well, Gavin thought, the time to act had come! His new secretary, by the terms of the new corporate guidelines, was strictly verboten, but he was not about to let political correctness get in the way of personal and professional success. The company would run much smoother, if everyone screwed each other blind now and often."Natasha, come in here for a sec, will ya?", he said to the 36 year old divorcee he had hired to type and answer. I don’t know how long this lasted, I was lost in a new found ecstasy of bliss, I didn’t come but could have stayed like that forever, it was beautiful in a strange kind of way .I’d never felt anything like it.Again I felt the feelings change. The warmth of his mouth disappeared and I felt his hand again stroking me, guiding me to another entrance. Again spit was used to lubricate my cock and his passage. I still didn’t know what was happening, but through that hole I realised that I was fucking.