For even this brief attention I felt grateful, though it brought me closer to tears than ever. To cover my emotions I thanked Rod and got on with my w...rk, keeping my head down for the rest of the afternoon. Arriving home after work I took the box out of the plastic bag and opening it, took out the figurine. The moment I touched her I experienced the “influence” as the little man had called it. It produced in me a sensation of voluptuous delight, but this time it seemed to focus on my breasts. "You like to look at my peach, don't you," she asked with a grin. I laughed, but was totally floored by Brandy's teasing."Of course; your peach would take best of show at the Georgia State fair," I assured her. "But is it really as wet as you say?"Brandy shook her head yes; then she put her left hand behind her and leaned back. With her other hand, she grabbed the peach and started rubbing it against her pussy. She moaned, half teasingly, but it seemed that the peach felt better than she had. She sat on bed with the baby and told me to take her salwar kameez from the shelf. I obeyed her. By the time baby stopped crying. She got her dress and asked me to take care of the baby. She went to a corner of the room. Her buttocks groove was clearly visible. She went behind a screen and changed the cloth.In the afternoon both my bhabhis served me food. While eating lunch together I touched Punya bhabhis legs with my feet. My feet went up to her thighs but she didn’t hesitate as Seema bhabhi. There was something about the need to have what other people had that kept him working. And perhaps he should stay by his boss’ side and follow him until his boss too wore out, as a private in the trenches does. He considered these ideas, and he went to and fro amongst the piles of leases and office papers that were stacked upon his desk in an effort to resume where he was going. An old cup of coffee sat cold and lifeless between his computer printer and the heavy, clunky contraption of a.