I stood in front of mirror and admired my figure.. It was 34-28-34 that time..I was feeling proud of my body. The body which had a lot of ashiqs durin... college days. But who had never surrendered to any one. I started pressing my boobs. My nipples got hard in a moment.. My right hand was pressing my boobs and my left hand was rubbing my pussy..I didnt want to stop my feelings and started moaning loudly. I turned on the tv and increased the volume so that no body will hear my moaning.. At that. I had fallen out with my wife, an argument over nothing but had escalated probably unnecessarily as we both gave each other the silent treatment.It had been nearly 4 weeks since I last had sex, and my balls were busting. The hot summer days didn't help.I was working installing timber decking in the garden of a rather well to do lady, fit, early forties and a great body but such a shitty attitude.She insisted on laying in the garden semi clad and watched as I workedA bit of a bitch really she. Why did the president pick her? The two other secretaries in the pool had more seniority, maybe by two or three years. Why pick my fiancee? He picked her because she was by far the best looking and sexiest woman in the whole place. Some of the older guys who worked there always expressed to me how much they appreciated just watching her walk by. How sexy she was. She did not wear sexy clothes. just a blouse or sweater and a skirt but she could fill out a sweater with her large pointed breasts.. He drove the royal blue 2011 Chevy Avalanche as he made a quick call to his wife. He got her voicemail as he figured since she was at work. He was tired after pulling an all-nighter at the plant. But he had one more stop to make. He turned into the neighborhood and pulled to a halt in front of the white ranch-style house where his wife’s mother and stepfather lived. He knocked on the door was greeted by stepbrother-in-law. Dwight studied the five-foot-five-inch, one-hundred-twenty-pound,.