Without looking away from her, he slowly moves her shirt up. Lifting up her shoulders, she helps him and discards it carelessly. Remaining in her posi...ion, she runs her fingers up his abdomen underneath his shirt, taking his shirt off too. He smiles at her and pushes her down again. He sighs as he looks at her beautiful breasts, the curves inviting his hands. He lowers his mouth taking first one nipple, then the other one in his warm wet mouth. At the feel of his mouth on her, she moans deep. Steve asked if I wanted to go to his bedroom. To nervous to speak, I nodded yes. His room was dimly lit with candles. “He was the romantic type!” I thought to myself! He began to disrobe and taking clues form him, I did the same. Even in the soft, low light I could see how well defined his body was, how sensually he moved. He turned to face me and my eyes washed over him. So beautiful and manly, so powerful and sexy. He reached out and took my hand. Guiding me down to the bed with him, we layed. "Well, this will be a challenge for the people atwork."He looked at her incredulously. "What do you mean? You think Ican go to work like this? Are you nuts? I hate to even thinkwhat everyone will think. You and your salon!" Now, just a minute. You need to quit blaming me. I wasn'tthere. I would have told them not to do the hands. How did youlet them do your hands?"He told her about the music and how he had drifted off. Shelooked at them closely, "They do look very well done, and verypretty,. You wanna see it?” They were excited. Iqbal and Shiva brought Ravi and Aarif inside. My sister was surprised “Who the fuck are these sissies?”“And these handsome young men you brought along?” my mom reiterated.“Everything is for you both, meri pyaari maa!” I pecked mom on her forehead.“Ma’am, do you remember me. You taught us History in school! I am your student, Iqbal.” Iqbal answered. I was surprised that Iqbal was a student of my mom.“Oh ya! You used to sit on the last bench Iqbal I.
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