Susan was afraid to stay, afraid of being caught there seeing something strange, something she knew she shouldn’t be seeing. She was more afraid to ...o, and she stood there with the longing to see her mother’s face, to know that she was okay. He cried out, a low, grunting noise, and stopped moving. She strained to see past him, around him, to glimpse her mother’s face, needing to see her to reassure herself that this was okay, that she was all right. Susan held her breath until he lifted his. She pressed a couple of fingers into her crack and cried out in pleasure, distracting me instantly."Feels so good," she cried loudly. "Feels so ... ohhhhh!" She smiled at my pained look; I knew her answer had to be above 1,000, but was struggling with my mathematical gymnastics. How could I concentrate when the Vagina Monologues was being re-enacted inches from my dripping cock? Sexual tension filled the room, as my perineum tingled and my balls ached painfully. I squeezed my muscles tightly. Mike Dawson. I’m just, well, an admin clerk for the council.” “Well, Mike Dawson, less of the ‘just an admin clerk’, and I’m very pleased to meet you.” As she spoke her eyes looked straight into his, and they too seemed to smile reassuringly at him. As she lent forwards a little he had a clear view down her cleavage. OK, she was quite a bit older than him. But what a woman. He was glad the table between them concealed the bulge in his pants. . I agreed with that and sheused to wear churidar without any duppatta at home.On that day she was wearinga deep neck green tight churidar top without the pants that was esposing a majorportion of her deep cleavage and since it was very hot day she was not wearingany bra as she was sweeping the floor during the conversationHer milky thighs and the hugecleavage were openly exposed to me.This sight made me crazy and I decided to dosomething because it was a now or never situation. After that I.