Grey clad figures ran forward – rifles in their hands. A hateful, suttering flash knocked them down, one by one by one. Then the shout came: Gas! Ga...! Gas! And the explosions were muted then, gurgling and coughing and spluttering. Tendrils of fog reached out. The press of something thick and rubbery over the face, gasping, suffocating within and without. A man clutched at his shirt, clinging, face twisted by agony, his lips were turning blue. That vicious flashing again – winking as the. I hear the tempting sounds of the water silently hitting the sides of the pool, and as the man starts kissing his way from my ankle, up my leg, across my knee and towards the edge of my skirt, I know he was right. I will be sweaty.His lips suddenly press against the fabric of my panties, only the thin layer of cotton separating it from my sensitive pussy. I moan deeply, and as I feel his hands start to tug, I lift my ass willingly to let him pull it off, making his access to my shaven lips. This is my first story I hope you will enjoy my first encounter with my receptionist. Her name was Rita. She is a mother of one child her age is around 30. She has a very good pair of boobs and very beautiful rose like lips. Coming to my story we were having a common receptionist for ten offices. I mean we have a common phone lines for all the offices. There were two receptionists. One was Rita and other was Sheetal. Sheetal was not married but at the same time she was not attractive. Sheetal. "The smile I had on my face should have shocked most men away. Madi just smiled a predatory smile matching mine. She looked at me and she closed the door behind her."Please tell me more, John."I told her what I had in my mind.It turned out that I didn't have to pay a dime. Madi had talked with Kath and she financed the search. Amanda moved in with Kath and Mani, and they helped her to change the college so that she could continue her studies here, at least as long as her pregnancy would allow.