I asked him” Kamlesh, I am your friend and hereafter stop calling me bhabhi and you can call me by my name, Seema, ok”. he said but Ramesh knows t...at i call u bhabhi and now if I call you Seema, he may feel bad”. i laughed out loudly and told him “ aacha, when no one is around , you call me by my name, fine , that’s ok, isn’t it”. he was now confident and said “ ok bhabi”. I said again”. He said “sorry, ok Seema” then he started calling everyday and he finally admitted that he loved me and. By the time we were eating our grilled bass I'd managed to teach myself to filter out the strong ones, but somehow the background emotional noise was completely unaffected by those filters. Fortunately the 'noise' level was low enough that I could more or less tune it out despite not being able to shield myself from it.Unless I decided to turn it all off, and then boom! All quiet, all the time. But no more living inside Chris' love when I did. It was an agonizing choice, but there were times. ......................In general the whole morning passed just by entering data into the pc answering phone calls and doing boring office work. I guess that would be the things I'll do for the first couple of weeks. Noone would trust a rookie from the first days, I get that. At least I had some nice breaks where I could admire both of these two ladies without them noticing. Claire, late 20's brunette, kind of short with round and firm ass and tiny breasts. Mrs M. taller, blonde tight and firm. "Nnnoooo...!" Stacy moans weakly as she wrestles in vain with his strong hands, trying to push them off her. Mike manages to hold onto her waist with one hand as he uses the other to pull Stacy's bra straps down off her shoulders, loosening them enough that the bra falls by itself, uncovering her breasts. She starts to moan and sob, helpless as Mike kisses her shoulder and begins fondling her breasts with one hand and slapping her thigh with the other as he bounces up and down in the chair, the.