Giving up, she pulled on a tight-fitting tank top, a long sleeved shirt, and a fleece in rapid succession. It would have to do. Her breasts were large... than they had been in high school, but were still small enough to allow her to go without a bra if she wore a tight-fitting tank top. Yet another place those extra pounds had gone, she supposed. She grabbed a hair tie and tossed some aspirin into her mouth before stumbling down to the kitchen. Her head throbbed as she grabbed the homemade. She grabbed the top of my shorts and thong and jerk them down and buried her face in my freshly trimmed pussy. I planted my hand on the side of the the stall and the other on the back on her head. I feverishly ground my goodness into her hungry mouth and nose. She didn't seem to do anything less than love it. She never bothered to pull back for air. Just breathed in and out as best she could while doing her job.Her tongue was everywhere and her mouth was everything. I was lost. I looked down. Moving across to the same chair, I asked if she had ever drunk a ‘good’ wine, to which she again blushed and said nothing.“Drink”, I said “red wine is good for the libido”She looked at me confused; obviously she did not know what libido was, but she took the glass and had a sip, she grimaced. I guess she had never had wine before so I told her that the first glass was always difficult and wine was an acquired taste. I picked up my glass and chinked it against hers; “cheers” I said, and downed. You don’t worry!” Saying that he kissed just above my boobs once. He opened the door to show me my way out. I had to go out of his lap, as the door was clearly before the shop. There was something very wrong with Tushar. I had a descent day working. Tushar came to pick me up with his dead reactions on the face. We changed to our sleep wears. I prepared the dinner. We were just about to go sideways after the dinner, until I held his hands in mine.“Is there anything you would like to share with.