..what was you treat?" she enquired" Erma...to drink my own spunk" that's right!!!!......so open that mouth nice and wide for me, be a good boy" Jess...ca teasedshe wiped one of her fingers around the glass, her long black nail varnished nails scooping up some of Steve s spunk......she dropped it into his month, wiping it off on his tongue"swallow for me honey...threes a good boy"Steve gulped as the nasty taste went down his throat"shh...was that nasty darling" she laughed" OK...before you. Now that I understand that, I’m going to make sure that I do all the mommy, daddy, baby stuff I can do.I sat down with Deb and started talking about the nursery. Deb wanted to move her room farther down the hall so that the nursery would be closer to my bedroom. That made sense, so the day after Mick’s revelation, while he was at work, we moved all her stuff to the room down the hall. Then we spent a couple of hours baptizing the bed in Deb’s new room.Deb really knows what buttons to push to. Chachaji hold me around my waist and with another hand pulled down my panty and placed his palm on my pussy mound. He pressed my entire mound with his palm and than rubbed it with my own pussy juice. I was now feeling my father figure fingers moving in my pubic hairs and finally on my pussy lips. Chachaji inserted his one finger between my pussy lips and was now playing with my clit. He stroked my clit in such a ways that I could not stop to moan heavily. I was begging my chachaji to fuck me. The entire office was empty except for him and he could actually get some work done with no one asking for this or that or the phone ringing with another project to get started on. Co-workers often asked how he could stand being in the big, old office building by himself. He joked the ghost kept him company.Everyone usually laughed at that comment, as the stories of an office ghost had been going around for years. The building was constructed in the early 1890s and was a beautiful art nouveau.