Her dress came down to her knees, which meant her smooth bare legs were shown off nicely. However, the most ravishing feature of my older manager was ...er chest. Normal work attire may have hinted at her proportions and sometimes even showed a hard nipple, but this cocktail dress displayed the most magnificent cleavage I have ever seen. Her big tits looked like g****fruits, aching to be pushed up completely out of her dress. My eyes traced the valley between those fat globes and I was struggling. She walked toward it, her hands slipping in to her kimono. She withdrew a pair of sticks that unfolded themselves into a small table. Lifting the object, she set it on the table and let out a small grunt.“Are you okay?” He asked.“Naga are somewhere between divinity and humanity,” she explained. “This thing makes the human side of me sick in a physical sense, and it makes the divine part of me sick in a spiritual sense. The sheer act of its existence is a stain on reality, and it deserves to be. Waking up that early isn’t all bad. I lay in bed and think about life. The way it is and the way it could have been. Those hours between 3 and when I have to get up at 7am are spent contemplating my life. The good and bad and how it could be better. They are comfortable hours. This morning tho they were hell. I remembered that Ricky is gone and that my marriage is over. I remembered that Ricky and my marriage were all I had. I have no children. I have a few friends, but Ricky and my wife Maria. Leaned over me. With his hand stretching over my head. His face next my neck and his semi hard manhood on my butt. He made no attempt to shift from that position. I stood still myself wanting him still closer. I could feel his hot breathe over my neck which was making me crazy. I had enough of it. I dint want to control myself. I had lost the battle to my lust. I wanted him to fuck me right there. I guess he read my mind. As he brought his hand around my neck moved my wet hair and planted a.