That was the real reason I’d delayed having kids. I loved sashaying my ass across the office and having every guy in the place watching every twitch...of it.I especially loved all the stupid things that grown men did, just to get me to notice them. But I made sure that every one of them knew that although I flirted ... a lot ... only Nate got any. I had perfected that longing little glance that built up their egos.That lilt in my voice when I spoke to them that told them, that the only thing. We made love for awhile; her breasts swayed up and down as her heels dug into my ass, pulling me closer. I smiled as she started panting faster and faster, her eyes rolling back into her head. She shuddered hard, clutching my cock rhythmically while she came. Dima looked up at me with lust in her eyes and said simply, "I'm ready." Knowing how much she craves anal, I smiled and pulled out of her, easing a pillow under her hips.I rubbed my cock across her pussy, and she wriggled back and lifted. And to admit to myself now that I was, was rather unnerving for obvious reasons."Let me see yours," Sharon said suddenly, innocently. Once again her comment catching me off guard."What?" Your boobs mother, let me see your boobs!"I was still trying to digest the words I'd just heard let alone find an answer for, when she suddenly reached down yanking the nightgown she was wearing up and over her head. Once again, her hands now cupping her own breasts as she tried looking at them, lifting them. She was a little angry. I decided to tell her.“Vo mere notes tumhare boo…..tumhare upar gir gaye the.”“Theek hai. Mujhe laga tum ne intentionally kiya. No Problem.”She rubbed her eyes and then peeped into my book.“Reproductive System par rahe ho? Gande bacche!”“Are mera parso paper hai.”And then I started to look for ‘Hymen’ in the dictionary.“Are mujhse pucchlo kucch pucchna hai to.” She said it in a frank mood. No sign of shame or happiness on her face!“Nahi. Koi baat nahi.”“Are sharmao mat..