She paused for a moment. 'So, you feel ashamed about something you enjoy?' I stared at the floor. 'Yeah, I guess I do." She leaned forward again. "Don...t you think that you should enjoy what pleases you? Does it really matter what other people think?' I again started at the floor and did not answer. 'Give that some thought,' she said. 'Don't stop your story. What happened next?'" "She made me switch sides with her on the elevator so she could use the elevator controls. ‘Go down on me’, she. Just as I suspected my wife was already dancing with a guy she wasted no time once she thought I was gone, I smiled as she grinded and rubbed her ass in his crotch and tossed her hair around teasing him. His hands were all over her ass as I walked up the stairs. I was out the door and walking down the alley to get back to where we parked. I was thinking about my wife she would probably be grabbing the guys dick through his jeans by now and if he was half interested, and how could he not be, he. As a junior on a pre-med major track, I needed both the money and the flexible hours the job gave me. I had run indoor track in high school, though not in college, and I knew the importance of shoes in one's physical development. My love of exercise had reflected itself in my stature. I'm 5'6" tall, 110 pounds, cute face, with long light brown hair that I usually keep tied up in a ponytail. I've got 36C breasts, with long pink nipples and fairly large pink aureoles. Almost any kind of sexual. Aur land ko choot me dhire se dala choot kafi soft aur pholi thi adha land dal kar achanak pura land under ghusa diya wo jor se chilayi fat gayi re meri choot kya ghusaya hai doosri hi ball per sixer diya re uuuiiiimmaaa merrrrri choottt meri burrrrrrr phad de re. Aur mom ko maja aane laga wo bol uthi aur jor se dal phar dal re kya chodta hai re aisa maja to pehli raat ko bhi nahi aaya choot phat ggiii maaa phaddiii kuttteee nay meri choot aur mummy khalas ho gayi or thodi der bad sam bhi jhad.