” She does not call me a slut. She does not call me a cunt. She does not call me a whore. You are so lovely, she said. The words are seismic. I slid... my fingers against my pussy lips, and then slip them just inside me. I let out tiny quiet whimpers as I began to finger my pussy, first one finger inside me and then two. She responds with her own sounds, sound that defy words, sounds that come from deep inside her, like waters pouring from a private well. I picture her fingers buried deep inside. Just don't drool into my ear any more," she got out between all the squirming and giggling.I loosened my hold on her and she was all over me in a flash. She tried tickling me, but by now she had to know that I was immune to tickling. Just didn't hit my funny bone, or something.She was going after my ribs. I pretended to squirm and then grabbed my head. "Ow. The blood pressure. My head." But my tone of voice told her all she needed to know: it was all a fake. She grabbed my hands (which were on. Sunaina me were very open as she was just 26yrs old and joined the company few months back. We used to attend many seminars together, & I just loved to see her silky legs in her skirt and yummy boobs in her white shirt top she wore to work. She too had noticed it & didn’t mind and used to flirt at times, knowing I am a married man & its is safe to flirt with me as I won’t do anything. My immediate boss was Roshni Sharma she too was from Delhi like me but was a Gold medallist in her degree. She. "Filling three cups with hot water, Lisa glanced over at Lucy. Convinced that there was a good chance that Lucy might get a crush on William, she said, "I'm probably overstepping my bounds, but you look like a nice girl and I'd hate for you to get hurt. I don't know if you're interested in William, but you might not want to get your hopes up too high." Why?" asked Lucy. It was an interesting comment after what Happy Harry had said earlier."He's real smart. The girl who gets his eye is going to.