As we approached the staircase, I had an idea. I closed the door, dropped my bag and grabbed her hand bringing her to me suddenly. Her eyes widened in...shock as she realised what I was about to do. She started resisting telling me her husband is home and that one of the neighbours may see us. I told her that her husband is in the shower right now and that I've closed the stair way door. She was putting on a track suit so I put in my hand inside the trousers and she gasps as my fingers brushed. What are your intentions?)I said,”Ek baar phir. Pata nahin phir kab hoga. Tera choot ka pyaasa hai mera lauda.”(One more time. Never know when we can do it again. My cock is thirsting for your cunt)I walked towards her and bent down to give her a brief but a very erotic kiss. My heart was thumping loudly. I was about to fuck the woman with whom I had the longest sexual affairs. I released her and she continued sitting on the sofa. I held her head and pulled her to my bush. My penis brushed her. She continued to play slowly with my ass. "You really like my pantyhose, don't you? The feel against your skin? The tease of the promise of my juicy, warm pussy?" Just a little," I laughed. She giggled, as she saw my attempt at humour."Well, since you like my pantyhose 'just a little', I have some things in mind that will make you remember my pantyhose very, very fondly. So fondly, that you'll often jerk off to the memory that we're going to create in the next few minutes. Come up and sit on. . it mostly consisted of emptying the trash, cleaning the restrooms and refilling the supplies, and cleaning the break rooms. Occasionally, she would have to vacuum the main hallways–the individual offices usually did their own vacuuming when they felt it necessary. Her cleaning cart had places around the outside that could hold spray bottles, cleaning rags, toilet paper and paper towels for the restrooms and extra trash bags. The center was a big bin for dumping the wastebaskets into. She.