I wore a full black suit and reached at party around 9.00 pm with one of my friends. The party was in full swing and we were enjoying to the fullest. ...e were on dance floor when I saw my boss coming. My boss is a female around 35 years and a divorcee. She was wearing white net saree and was looking awesome. I went near to her to wish her. I was feeling iced and asked her to dance with me. She agreed instantly and now we were on the dance floor. I could not believe my luck and we were so close. Her kisses start at my lips and work their way to my neck and down to my nipples. Her teeth feel good as they pull against my dark skin. Her wetness dripping around my balls and my lower belly. It is warm and passionate until the coolness of the night air chills it. I push her up and cup her breasts in my hands pressing her nipples closer together. My tongue finds the mark exciting both of them simultaneously, a little nibble with my teeth and back to licking. Her hips bouncing up and. Just keep growing like that right in front of her eyes... harder and harder... thicker and thicker!Suddenly, his rigid penile spear sprang from its hiding place between her trembling breasts, shooting out like a quivering arrow from his loins. Still gripping it tightly in his right hand, he pulled back the sheath of flesh that covered the blood-engorged cock head until it poked free with a moist plopping sound. Squeezing the hard shaft of his urgently pulsing cock tightly, the bulbous tip. She noticed it and made herself comfortable to accommodate my naughty looks. We were done with our coffee and she took the tray to the kitchen.I mustered all the courage in the world and ran into the kitchen. I wanted to touch her in real for many days and I couldn’t resist when she was standing one foot away from me.Now, I was standing right behind her in the kitchen. She turned and was shocked to see me standing close to her. She slapped me naughtily for doing so. I held her hand and caressed.