I cut the kiss short and quickly asked “Me? For Christs sake, I’m 15 or more years older than you, I don’t need a girlfriend right now, especial...y one who works with me.”She backed away but put a determined look on her face. “I don’t want a boyfriend either, I don’t have the time. I just want some alone time with someone I admire and think will be good to me.”“Corrine, you have to be kidding me. You yourself just told me 5 or 6 guys have asked you out.”“Steve, (did I mention that was my name) I. Please don’t ask me if she was a good instructor or not, because I was doing the movements as an automat, just looking at her body, bending over and over again. After class she was interested in knowing if we’d liked it, and everybody said ‘yes’ and thanked her. She looked at me, smiled and left. I realised that I was the only one who hadn’t greeted her after the class, but I wasn’t able to follow her and apologize. When I finally managed to leave the class, I tried to find her around, but she. Her picture. A glade. Backdropped by shimmering sea. Autumnal. Tranquil. Yellow leaves diffusing bright sunlight as a soothing breeze stirred the branches overhead into a natural musicality. A favourite place in a favoured season. Yet to be found wanting in times of mental turmoil. Sang-froid returning she allowed her eyes to flicker open and wander the thick, white-painted, walls of the cellar; confidence in it’s sanctity total. And calming. Down here it was quiet. Preternaturally so. Not. She jizzed wave after wave, for nearly a minute. I pulled out and kissed her, hugging her tight, my hard dick rubbing on her cunt. I went and turned off the lights, I took her near the window, which was facing the wedding area. I pulled away the curtains and the window glass. It was quite loud out there, no body could hear screams, let alone moans. I made Sindhu bend towards the window, making her hold the window frame. I knelt down and started licking her ass hole, rubbing her cunt with my.