Cristeena was my senior staff. We talked more during the lunchtime. She comes to eat lately and eats slowly so that she could talk to me with no distu...bance. She came to office in saree. She has beautiful sizzling eyes as well as boobs. November 12th is her birthday, she invited me to her flat (only me). It was a sunday morning when i reached there, i found only cris, waiting for my arrival. Her parents had gone to some far away place and will arrive only in the evening with her birthday. Sandra motions to sit down in the living so off we walk and Jim wheels in behind us. I sit, Jim is across from me and Sandra circles back around and is now standing behind Jims wheel chair. Jim of course is still looking bewildered and is murmuring to Sandra trying to ask whats going on. At this point Sandra leans down and unplugs his chair and promptly tells Jim I'm there to fuck her in front of him for all the times he cheated on her that he's just going to have to deal with it. His murmur is. “FUCK!” I explode, gloriously, within Lucas, coating his depths in my semen. I cry out past him, bucking in short bursts as I unload into him. He grins, his orgasm finishing just before mine does. I collapse onto my elbows, our sweating bodies gasping for breath. “Oh my god, baby...that was...” Lucas pants some more, catching his breath, his cute tummy heaving. “That was...amazing...” His arms drape loosely over the back of my neck, and I am drawn into a kiss, so full, so satisfying, I groan. I didn’t even find solace in running all day on the tennis courts as I had, even two weeks earlier.So, that following Monday, when educators are still at school, I was home alone, looking at the nifty birthday gifts, which included the Michael Jackson’s Thriller Album. I remember opening that and seeing the disapproval in my mothers eyes. It was the greatest album then and every one wanted it and a friend had got it for me. So, dressing in a tennis skirt, tee shirt, and bobbie socks, I.