(Boys, you should all pay Miss Exton a visit :)Here I was, humming with the ecstasy of her fingers working wonders on my back, when suddenly I felt th...m wrap around and brush my nipples (underneath the cups) and they were responding on their own!Miss Exton had already closed the office door so we wouldn't be disturbed, and when she saw me respond without alarm, my rock hard nipples being tweaked to new heights, she turned me around and went for the "gusto"!She was now fondling my full, firm. Her tongue wedged up the hole and levered at the clit. It licked lightly along the unfolded cuntlips, then stabbed in as far as possible. She parted her lips, fitting them to Caroline's cunt slot, and began a steady sucking. Cuntjuice poured over her fucking tongue and bubbled on her lips. Her mouth began to fill up with the precious stuff.Caroline was starting to burn with the thrill.She was amazed at how well Darleen sucked cunt. Did all women do it that well? Did they, having cunts of their. Just what I don't need today, Tom chuckled to himself, but he took a quick look anyway. Why would anyone wear something like that to go shopping if they weren't somewhat of an exhibitionist, he figured, so taking a peek was no big deal.Tom admired the ample but firm thighs on display in front of him for a few seconds, before doing the gentlemanly thing and looking away. But he wasn't quick enough. Miss Tennis Dress had turned around and caught him."Hey, TJ. Finally checking out my ass, huh?"Tom. Wo alcoholic bhi hai. Sham ko kabhi kabhi to pee kar bhi job par jate hai. Machine operator ka kaam karte hai. Unke ek sethji hai jo kabhi kabhi hamare ghar par aate hai. Dono saath me daru peete hai.Sethji hamesha meri body jo dekhte hai jab bhi main unke samne aati hoon. Main halki si smile de deti hoon to wo khushi se fhule nahi samate. Meri educaton B.A. tak hua hai par main koi job nahi karti. Wo hamesha kahte ke main tumhe kahin job par lagwa doonga. Par mere husband Rakesh nahi chahte ke.