“Ohhh no…uh uhhh,” he said as he shook his head and held her, by her breasts and body, closely and affectionately against the front of his. “T...at will always be our secret, okay? Are you feeling better now sweetheart?” “Yes daddy,” the 18 year old sweet and thickset but shapely young lady said as her round and well-rounded ass rubbed up against his stomach. “Umm daddy…is my umm butt too big?” she then asked out of nowhere. “What?” he asked. “Your butt?” he said. Ohhhhhh uh uhhh, no way. 'Hair gel.' You need it."The man shouted expletives and soon off he went.We got up to the 30th floor and soon we got invited into a man's office. He was a very handsome guy about 40 or so years old, hair brownish black, nicely buzzed but not too much. He was a man that any other man would love to turn into at his age. Simple face yet oozed masculinity and gave a nice vibe. At least physically. I had a feeling that this interview would not go as well as I was going to think.But I was determined. Flicking my tongue rhythmically over her clit, circling it, licking it, sucking it until she boiled over in wanton abandon, clutching my back with her fingertips as I rode her orgasm. I tried to clean my mind. This city was corrupting me. Or maybe I was already corrupt. Just then I became aware of the unmistakable sound of sex somewhere deep in the building. A woman obviously in the throes of passion crying out "Oui, oui, oui..." over and over. In the absence of any sound from my neighbour I. One night as usual we were drinking and he asked me when my father is going to come etc and then said that I had a very beautiful mother and I thanked him taking that as a compliment, then we watched some blue films and we both had an absolute hardon. I could see uncle Rajs' massive hard on through his lungi. He went to the toilet, his toilet door is cracked at the bottom, so I carefully went and peeked inside and saw Uncle Raj stroking one of the biggest cock I have ever seen, I never even.