"I used to get off from schooland visit my dad at his office. Man, I remember those days! I loved theway the secretaries looked. The seamed stockings,...the tight skirts andhow they smelt. How they moved and wiggled around the office and howtheir clothes sounded when they moved. It was electrifying, even for alittle boy! I knew what I liked, even then!I listened as he smiled."Women were women back then, they could have controlled the world ifthey hadn't burned their bras back in the sixties! But. Instead, my other hand reached down the front of her pants and awkwardly clenched her semi-hard penis.“No.” She suddenly whimpered. I froze. “I’m… I’m sorry.” I sputtered but she shook her head.“No, it’s not… I just… the hormones… my stuff is kinda… atrophied.”“Huh?” I was really confused now, “What does that mean?”“It means... well it means it doesn’t really work that great sometimes.” She explained, her face flush though I wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or embarrassment, “It used to be. I slid my tongue across the glass to the area of her other nipple and repeated my sucking.Apparently satisfied she stepped back from the door and resumed her dancing and caressing of her body. Her movements changed to the final act of a striptease. She hooked her thumbs under the band of her tiny pink undies and gyrated her hips while her hands moved at her sides palms opened. Her knees took turns jumping out at me before retreating to be replaced by the opposing knee. Diane continued to dance. Mere zindagi ka transitional phase tab aaya jab maine Ludhiana mein IAS ki Coaching classes leni shuru ki. Waha mujhe meri sapno ki rajkumari mili uska naam tha tanvi bahut sunder thi woh. Uski khaas baat thi uski Gaand jisko jekh kar har ladke ka lun khada ho jaye. Uski height 5 hogi aur meri soch mein hum dono bahut alag the aur physique bhi aisi thi ki hum dono ki jodi bahut ki ajeeb lagti phir bhi ahiste ahista karke.Himmat juta ke uske saath baat karna shuru kiya and aakhir mein hum bahut.