Amy was short for… Amelia. ‘Amelia Collins from Kellville?’ A kind of dopey grin came over her face, the pleasure of meeting a stranger who obvi...usly recognized her from home evident. ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t put a name to you…’ He laughed. ‘No hard feelings, you were a senior when I was a freshman. I remember you, though…’ . That had led them into a bit of chat about the old days, pleasant reminiscence over old parties, hometown events and friends. Greg couldn’t begin to fathom why she seemed. He’d never stopped by my work before. He started making small talk in his low quiet voice and I nervously replied. Our trysts had been very hush-hush and his presence here made me squirm as my conscience turned a spotlight on my clandestine activities so all could see. I turned the conversation to a safe subject … cars, mine in particular. After I checked out of work we stood outside talking and I mentioned that I had just put in bucket seats in the front of my ’57 Chevy. We walked over to the. ” She noted the curiosity in the others’ eyes, and continued, “Nothing too sordid. He’s in Africa or Asia or something for a few weeks, and I’m on vacation.”“He’s traveling the world and you’re here?” asked an incredulous Brenda.“Absolutely!”“Is he traveling for business?” asked Frank.Liz nodded. “He’s a senior VP on the upstream side at ExxonMobil. There is no way I am going to any of those hellholes with him.”Frank shook his head. “Upstream?”“Production.” Liz watched her new friends stare at. He pushed me back on the bed and placed his face near my toe. He began kissing my toe, moving up to my knees then to my thighs lifting my saree as he went about. He was licking me from toe to my knees and then to my crotch. I could feel his wet tongue moving on my knees, inner thighs leaving a wet trail behind. It was so sexy and exciting, waiting for him to make further moves.His hands were busy lifting my saree up to my waist. He uncovered my clean and panty less pussy. I had deliberately not.