His mouth trailed kisses and nibbles on every inch of her skin. Her eyes would flutter closed, her back would arch. She would grab his head when it wa... buried between her legs, strangling him against her. Begging for him.He would wake up feeling a little guilty. She was a brunette. And he still wanted her, and hated himself for wanting her.His work continued. He did what they wanted him to do. Designed what he wanted him to do, in whatever inane crazy way that they wanted it done. It was wrong,. " she pointed. I smiled and walked into her office. I put the first bundle on the end of the big card table. She had two pairs of scissors and a ton of coupons on the 6ft by 4ft table. I turned to see a big black leather desk chair. A computer and a big printer. "This is where the magic happens." she said with a big smile.I smiled. Then gulped. She had reached over to get a big feather duster off a stack of papers. I am going to clean while you bring in the rest of my coupons. Just shut the. "Your pussy is delicious, Mrs. Palmer! THe best I just had!" Are you saying that because I am from PTA?" No, it's because you are damn hot!"She ate me until she thought it was time for me to pay back the favor. I took her to the desk I was on and it was my turn to kiss and suck her, feeling on my mouth my own tastes and seeing if her boobs were as divine as they looked out from me.It was one of the most exciting yet awkward things I did in my life. I just buried myself sucking and licking those. That made her 13 years older to me.Our talks discussions turned more interesting as we spent more time and I could find that Sowmyakka was getting more interested in hearing me talk about various issues and the praises I showered on her for being so patient, polite, talented and yet so grounded.At a point, she could not believe that I called her ‘talented’. In all those years of marriage, she was made to believe that she was so talented and such vibrant thoughts which made her woman of today..