Later we realized that we are wasting time by talking nonsense.Nandu: inka ee question and answers stop cheseddama?? (shall we stop these question and...answers session? )Me:sure darling, as you like.Nandu: darling???? (expressions changed)Me: sorry, I generally call most of my friends as darling. (as I am a hardcore fan of bahubali prabhas)Nandu: no problem dear, call me whatever you want to call. Now you can consider me as your friend.This dialogue opened the gates of some sexy conversation.Me:. If I had been rubbing my thigh all the time, the love liquid would drip onto the ground. "Don't... don't be here... a lot of people are paying attention to Minny's...master... um..." "Okay! Starve to death, eat!" Fortunately, the boss only took two or three times and then reached back, but the boys behind me who noticed me probably saw it. "Then...the master...the bra can...can you let Minny get dressed?" I asked. The boss looked at me for a while, then nodded, when I just wanted to put the. He was a little taller than me, firm and solid, but not fat. His dark hair was trimmed short and neat, his eyes sparkled with whatever light was available. I pulled him more tightly to me, and allowed our tongues to get reacquainted. That was another thing I loved. The smell of him. In the evening like this you could tell he'd been working all day.While our mouths touched and pressed against each other his hands slid down my sides, down over my hips and past the hem of the dress to rest against. But she kept asking and the questions got harder and soon, one or two of the adults had taken her seriously. They had spent time with her and she had learned and asked even more questions. If she hadn't gotten married right after high school, she had wanted to go on to the community college and then Law School. But Harold had changed all that.Still, she knew what a lot of those papers were. And in the back of each file were the personal ID cards. Driver's license, Social Security Cards. Some.