Diani. The office was now empty and very quite until I heard faint moaning coming from ms dianis computer as the nosey teen I was I decided to go see ...hat she was up to as I approached her desk she clicked her mouse pad about a hundred times then quickly shut off the monitor... With an idea in my mind I asked " what are you watching" "oh nothing" she responded I then begin to bug her until she finally blurted out " okay dude" I smirked. " dont act like you don't watch It" she said I kept silent. She started giving me a handjob as I moved my hands, feeling her curves.We both started kissing as my mom jerked me. I put one hand over her left boob and started pressing it as mom moved her hand faster. I stopped kissing, and I started fucking her fist.Swati: Oh boy, fucking my fist. Leave some part of mom’s body.Me: Aah, mommy, I am going to cum.Swati: (tightens her grip) Is it? Then move that faster.Swati spanked my ass as I fucked her fist. My foreskin started folding back because of the. Seems she liked to lend an ear when I offloaded to her about my marital difficulties. She was certainly a woman who knew the allure she held over men. Aside from her looks and accent, she also had a very sexual nature, constantly thinking of or talking about such matters. I don't know if it was a French thing, but she was unlike any woman I'd known. She once even took a tape measure out of her desk drawer, and measuring up 12cm pronounced, "My husband's cock's this big..." Staggered, and for. There would be no secrets. Already the room was filling with the aroma of desire. Her nipples were as big as the tips of her fingers, there could be no hiding that fact, not when they were being sucked on. She reached for his belt buckle, struggled to get it open, then lowered his zipper. He took the hint and opened her shorts, sliding them over her hips, letting them fall around her feet where she kicked them off, almost stumbling. He pulled her closer, squeezing her ass, his lips on hers,.