What we did was wrong. we shouldn’t have… This will just be an unpleasant to all of us … you are married happily and I don’t want to hurt your...wife… we should have not done that… and I don’t want to fall in love with you….I held her close and said …. no Spoorti thats fine … and hugged her. she clung to me… I was on my knees while she hugged me and embraced. I consoled her and said next to her. Spoorti, what we had now might be due to the moment of weakness, but It brought us close. I would like. Uski chest wah itni mast do shape wle boobs main kya bataon . Laikin main ne usko kabhi us nazar se nahi dekha laikinn woh jab bhi aati mujh se bahut mazak karti mujhe chedti aur mujhe peche se hag karti aisa hamesha hota tha mere ghar wale bhi is baat ko light lete the kyonki woh mujh se badi thi. Laikin ek din woh dopaher main ayi ghar main mai aur mami the laikin mami sogaye the hum dono ne bate ki aur chum ches khelte baith gaye woh mere samne baithi thi dhodi der bad usne apna dupatta. (*Anne-Mal) (I think I have heard this before!)(TH) In part, that's the author's fault. They may feel attacked when somebody *does* read a story with *hard* standards. We have such a discussion right now on TSA-Talk.To be frank, in the TSA as it is now, there are 550 stories. I think *maybe* 5 of them could meet professional standards and would be candidates for print. On the other hand, I have a few authors who *may* be ready for salable writing some day, if they keep it up and don't fall in. She didn't often speak unless spoken to first, and would talk in a direct, but friendly manner. She would laugh at jokes, but took her work seriously. Not a warm person unless you got to know her, and it wasn't surprising to anyone when she made Supervision several years down the road. Geraldine also possessed a cute, shapely ass. Not that her face and other body parts were any slouch, but she had a behind worth savoring when she walked by. Sometime before I'd finished overseeing her training,.