“That her that just left?” she said, wondering if he’d lie. She noted him swallowing hard. “Uh-huh, yes,” he said. “I was just telling her...that she wasn’t fired and that you might be talking to her at some point,” he said. She nodded. “I will indeed be talking to her. But, okay, Ronald, you have a get out of jail free card this time around. But next time, well, don’t let there be a next time, understand?” said Stacey. “Honey, thanks. I won’t let you down,” he said. “Hmm, maybe,” she said. “You. Using my left hand to thrust the sharpie was a clumsy, slow job. I just couldn't settle for it, so I switched hands. My right hand going between my thighs and gripping the pleasuring sharpie. I start thrusting it into me again, faster and harder than what I could manage with my left hand. The saliva had already dried up, but I didn't care. I enjoyed the slight, pleasurable burning sensation inside of me, forcing me to stroke my waiting cock once more with my clumsy left hand. As the thrusts. He was the one who drove me home after my marriage. That day as usual my hubby was out of town and shekar was home helping me in cleaning my house. We were doing the kitchen and I was in my house gown as everyday. But today I had removed my bra after a hot session earlier night with Rajesh. So my 38D boobs were dangling free inside and shekar was feasting on my cleavage now and then. He too is married but unluckily has got a wife with a flat chest. So is not interested in having sex with her.. I kept quiet, knowing how vulnerable he’d feel if he knew I’d seen. They were his, and they were private- just like mine. ’I guess everyone’s a bit fucked up, deep down.’ He positioned himself behind me before rolling his hips forwards, forcing his hips against the back of my own until my pelvis connected with the duvet and my entire body was flat against it and resting on my forearms, with him fully inside of me.He reached such unimaginable depths on each penetration that I thought I might.