Even the two male staffers, Jeff and Warren, acted like they had witnessed nothing out of the ordinary.I made one attempt to rally my newly-acquired h...rem and I used the same tavern gambit I had tried downstairs. “Come on ladies, let’s go to the West End right now and celebrate our fun times together. Hey Jeff, Warren, you guys are invited too.”Again, I was met with apathy, but this time it was from five people instead of one. My thoughts were jumbled. Raskin has tricked me in a way. But then. I’m here.J. Did you get my pic?G. Yes, dear.J. Was it OK?G. Yes. (And now the million-dollar question.) Are you alone?J. Yeah, I’m in my room.G. Can I ask for one more thing?J. Sure.G. Can you pull the robe back a little more? (Sweating now.) A picture came back; almost identical save for the opening now went down to show a tiny hint of shaven pussy.J. Like that?G. Yes, maybe a little bit more? (I think she gets it, hope so anyway, if not, soon enough.) Do you know how you’re making gramps. The story goes like this , i this aunty lives in my apartment, everyday whenever i used to leave to my office i was often blessed to see a very NSP sight (Nain Suk Prapt) . Rema used to come out to keep her garbage dustbin outside her door , in earlier days i had failed to notice her inner beauty , it was that pride moment which made me go for her , it all started with a good morning wish and ended up at the kitchen nude .Well it was during the summers , i was on for my regular work just closed. He was squeezing my tight ass so hard that it hurt. I started gliding my hand on his back, slowly getting in his shorts again but this time for his ass. Grabbing his ass-cheeks firmly. His cock was pointing up but was still inside his underwear. I pulled it down and just looked at it for a couple of seconds. I couldn't believe what was happening and it seemed like he knew exactly what I felt. It didn't even occur to ask him about where his wife might be but, I guess I trusted him with that..