Then i went to my room and she bring oil from kitchen. i open my shirt paint and wear a toul . when she se me like that she get shock but said “oil ...hirt ya paint me lag gayega isliye kol diya ” then i said to close the door and she close the door and come near to me start putting oil on my chest…. hooooooooooooooo what a soft hand she have the way she touching my chest my laund masti me aaga… i said “thora joor se dabo” she said” thik hai shaab ” then i put my hand on her leg and start rubbing. Hell, not that I minded. Back in my natural element I turned my back to him and did what I do best. I danced with him, grinded my hips and ass back on him like I wanted something more (maybe because I did). I bent over, felt his hands run up my back before going down to my waste. Those strong, calloused hands were touching me, and I loved every minute of it. I straightened back up, leaning back against him as I rolled my hips back into his, raising my hand up to curl my fingers around the back. She is of the dark brown complexion, 5.2 and has got a bomb structure. The first thing that struck me was her short sleeves and puffy hands.We got introduced as days passed, came to know that, she was married and had a 1-year-old kid. I added her to the company messenger, and we started chatting. She was kinda reserved in the beginning as me being the lead. I slowly broke the ice and started getting close. Started complimenting on her eyes, looks, dress and slowly moved to sexy compliments. She. I can tell you.’ Once more Lev trawled the muddy ocean floor of memory for something solid. Something about a kitchen, food . . . ‘A hint, please,’ conceded Lev. ‘You would say, ‘My aunt enjoyed the cake.’ And he would say . . . ‘ ”We can make more for her.” ‘Again, a superb performance, Lev. Honestly, I don’t know why you retired.’ ‘Polina Abramovna wanted us to have time for the grandchildren. She wanted to visit places as tourists, not operatives leaving chalk marks on mail boxes.’ ‘But.