She opened her mouth and my tongue slipped inside. I tightly embraced her in my arms and held her close to me. Her breasts were crushed against my che...t. Her head was against my head and I was breathing on her ear.I took her to bedroom. It was dark. I lit up just a small light at one corner for room. I took Tanisha in front of dressing mirror and I walked behind her holding her to me in a spoon fashion, my hard cock rests between her ass cheeks. Tanisha craned her head to one side as I nibbled. It was even more shocking that some1 is peeping me through behind as it was reflecting in the mirror. As I turned, I saw the same lady. I asked have I done somethng wrong2her or does she have any grudge wid me bcoz she was lukin very off and clueless even. On further inquire she said that she is totally very fine 4m her side but she wants 2know 4m me that why I didnt washed my shirt that time whn it was wet? I truly said her that ur face was flashing in my mind, I even said that ur only 1 in. ” Her smile returned to a more natural state, more genuine and less tense. “Trust me though, I’m at an age where I need all the help I can get.”“I think you’re being a little hard on yourself, but if it makes you feel better, it’ll be worth the wait.”It was one of those statements that sounded better in his head than it did when he spoke it. He meant it to be charming, but it sounded too him somewhat condescending. He hoped she took it in the spirit it was intended. Then he decided he was. I returned to my book with a smile on my face.***A couple of days later, Mr. Boothe asked me to work late. I didn't have anything better to do, other than sit in my cold apartment alone. And I sure could use the overtime.Everyone had gone by 5:00 and I was sitting at my desk working on new customer data when Mr. Boothe yelled for me to get him a cup of coffee. I went to the break room and grabbed a styrofoam cup. The coffee seemed really old, so I dumped it and made a new pot.I brought the cup.