We make brief eye contact, and she shoots me a smile. Her eyes are looking up and down and I'm hoping she likes what she sees. As I go through the sec...ion, I notice that she keeps looking at me. She's not hiding it, either, so I decide to approach her. "Hi, there," I tell her. "You know, we've been making eye contact ever since I got here. My name is Damien." I hold out my hand for her. "Oh, you noticed, did you?" she replied, taking my hand. "I wondered how long it was going to take before you. Patiala ek bhut hi accha sehar hai jisme ladke ladkia kaafi dashing hai…. aur bhut badhe gharo se hai…….Mujhe chatting ka bhut shonk hai….. main aise hi chatting kar raha tha mujhe orkut pe ek patiala ki ladki mili jo mere hi intitute main padti thi hum ek hi course kar rahe the…… par maine use kabhi pehle dekha nahi tha… aise kuch dino tak baat karte karte hum. ek doosre se aapne institue me mile…. aise hi humari baaten suru hoti rahi… woh ek acche wicharon wali ladki thi…Par woh thi bhut hi. I set my legs apart to accommodate him, and he began to finger fuck me as he kissed my labia. Soon I raised a leg and d****d it over his back, giving him better access to me, and even reached down to open myself more with my fingers. "Eat my cunt, daddy," I begged. Bracing myself, I put my hands on my father's broad shoulders and looked down as he sucked on my pussy. I was so turned on by my the illicit, i****tuous blowjob that it did not take him very long to rouse me toward my own climax. He. She also doubled as the secretary for whoever happened to be our office’s director at any given time. She was married to a wealthy real estate developer, and she was just working there so she’d have something to do since her youngest daughter went off to college. Over time, she also assumed the role of head rumor monger, frequently spreading rumors about who in the office I was screwing, none of which were true. She was in her 50s while I was in my 30s, one of the few young men in an office.