“Margret, I’m going to cum!” I almost shouted.Margret pumped wildly and sucked on my knob, drawing my climax into her mouth. She reached up with...her other hand and cupped my balls, squeezing gently. That was it, I let go. I felt the first explosion as it shot along my cock under Margret’s hand and out into her waiting throat. She moaned with pleasure as she tasted the hot, salty jet as it spurted over her tongue. She swallowed just in time for the second and third drenching as my cock shot. Not to say illegal and taboo, or taboo at least ... but just a kiss after all. She was needing not to be rejected. But this was Jaz - that meant she might be manipulating me, and also that if I refused she’d find some other guy. Perhaps I could kiss parentally while she kissed sexually?She was wearing a jacket and a shirt and bra, and trousers, so I was reasonably safe from her skin. She was looking generally grown-up in fact: nicely made up and smelling grown-up too somehow... “Alright,” I. I feel the hand move along my cock feeling the girth until it reaches the end and then it feels the shape of the helmet, with gentle fingers running all over the swelling. It strokes the sensitive area under the head with gentle fingers – this is someone who knows what to do. The sensations are growing – my cock throbbing with desire to unload. The hand reaches inside my boxer shorts and drags the stiffness out into the open and I gasp at the situation which is out of control. I dart my eyes. She asked me to keep it with other boxes. While keeping we accidently brushed each other. I said sorry, she said it was okay.My dick started to grow. I adjusted my pants and she noticed it and said that she needs to use wash room and asked me to wait. When she came out of the washroom she was even more attractive. More of her cleavage was visible and her sari was down an inch. And her makeup had an additional layer. I saw her and without my knowledge I said that she looks beautiful. She thanked.