I was having a casual discussion with a friend, and I recalled the embarrassing time when my ex-girlfriend walked in on me jacking off in the bathroom... It was a bit unnerving at the time, of course, but barely anything to fret about. I recalled the time I accidentally saw my mom's naked breasts for a brief moment, and he told me about a time his dad walked in on him masturbating. We laughed at the unfortunate, but minor incidents, and out of the blue a memory just reappeared in my brain. There. They were like two large watermelons, only firm and too soft and they eagerly bulged to my touch. With my left palm firmly on her breasts and I lowered my right arm to her naval, softly squeezing her tummy and moved lower on her saree and started kneading her thick soft thighs. With my tongue deep in her mouth rolling and licking hers, my left hand kneading her breasts one after the other and my right hand squeezing her thighs, she started making loud moaning noises. I moved my right hand away. She was stood in front of me. She ran her hands down my body, picking up my tie. She pulled it towards her. I was pretty scared at this moment as she was my boss. What should I do? I was pushed onto the door. She came close and licked my lips. "Mr. Smith, am I not sexy enough?" she asked. "Wow! So sexy! Beyond sexy. Wow!" I told her. It was a lie but it might work. She pressed her lips hard on mine, kissing me and for some reason, I moved mine in sync with hers. We were kissing for around 3. She looked disapprovingly in the mirror, studying the disarranged, slept-on hair that surrounded her pretty face. She pulled the blonde strands straight behind her neck and slipped a rubber band around the knot. She looked pretty, she knew, but not as pretty as she was capable of looking. It didn't matter. She was going next door to tell Barbara exactly what kind of a sluttish pig she was. Why should she make herself beautiful to do that?Arlene stammered when Sam Carter, not Barbara, opened the.