Raat 2 bje kisi ne mera gate khatkhataya maine gate khola toh babita or riya dono thi. Woh dono ander aayi or gate band kar diya or mere puchne per bh... unhone kuch nhi bataya . Mera haath pakad ker bed per le gyi or babita mujh per tut padi or mujhr jordar kiss karne lgi. Ummmmm muhhhh ..Ummmm usse control nhi ho rha tha or wo mujhr chume jaa rhi thi….Ummm muhhhMai bhi uska saath de rha tha or use bedardi se chuse jaa rha tha ummmm muhhhh yaaa ..Mei jaan…Ummm mlove yu….Ummm.Kiss karte karte. She hugs him harder, holds on to his sides as he grinds his pelvis back and forth.“Yeah… yeah… yeah…” Cheryl whispers.He stops. There are sounds of kissing. He pulls out of her. We can't believe it, but this kid removes the condom that's on his cock and tosses it onto the dark floor. He grips Cheryl's thighs. He massages his hands up and down her calves.Cheryl's breaths pick up speed. She yelps in what could be fear or could be enthusiasm or a sort of naïve mixture of the two. Dennis takes his. My gaze went up to her face. She had an odd look. "Um ... nothing ... I was just thinking." I stammered back. I think I blushed or something because she came right back on me. "You were staring at ME. Why? What's wrong?" She started looking down at herself and turning around, trying to see what I had been staring at. This just showed me more of her breasts. My dick twitched again and started getting hard. This was embarrassing. I put my book down in my lap."I wasn't staring at you" I said. I. "OK, I am on my way", I said as I sat on my deck relaxing.I drove into the office wondering what could possibly be the problem; normally either Rick or Shannon would call me.When I got to the building the security guard told me that everyone was waiting in my office. Once I was on the elevator I wondered who he meant by everyone.I walked into the office and looked around at the people sitting around the new conference table Shannon had installed. Everyone was there Shannon sat on what would be.