Wo mere upr aya mujhe utya or meri upr wli nighty utar k fek di….Bs andr nigty thi jo knees tk ki thi…Or mere side m let gaya or mujhe smooch karn... laga m pagal hori thi…Bahut jyda or wo mujhe chodh nah raha tha….Smooch karte hue usne meri kamar pe htha rkha or wha se sidha ass tk le gaya….Or meri ass ko jor se dba k mujhe apni trf khicha or mere ek pear ko apne pear k upr rkh dia….Fr wo smooch karte hue mere thighs ko rub karne laga….Ufffff awesome feeling m br br apne boobs uske chest m rub. ’ She said as she snaked her hand over her hip grasping my cock. ‘I hope he’s not all your after.’ I teased. She rolled over quickly, her hand slipping around my neck bringing us forehead to forehead. ‘You don’t think that, do you?’ She asked, concern evident in her voice. It was my turn to laugh. ‘If I were at all worried, I wouldn’t be here. Remember, I’m the one who came looking for you.’ I said as I kissed her. She took control and rolled me onto my back and straddled me. I wasn’t sure. I had more ass in my lap than I had in months. Mia had me pent up against the wall and was grinding me so hard that between the wall itself and her I would be reduced to dust. T the whole while was sitting prim and proper in her chair just watching. Mia grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into what looked like a kiss but before our lips connected she said "Nope, you gotta earn that." I laughed as I saw a evil grin break out over T's face. Turning my attention back on Mia my hands started to. Shockingly, itlooked like I had grown my own boobs in just a few minutes!"Now for the bottom!" Bottom?" Well, girls are different there too, right?" I started to saysomething, but, "Kathy, girls have a certain roundness at the hips, inthe front just below the waist, and on the bottom! It's what theirclothes are designed around and are made to fit. Cheryl has alreadytold me that you'll be here for at least six more months, and I alreadyknow that you're trying very hard to fit in, or you would.