" Let someone else go this time," Theresa suggested."Jim's the only other person familiar with this software and he broke his leg," I explained. "He w...n't be available for a couple of weeks." Can't Dynamic wait until Monday?" You don't tell your biggest customer to wait when they need help. If I don't go we could lose the account," I told her almost pleading. "I promise I'll try to get back in time to at least meet you at the party." Another promise? And I'm supposed to believe you this time. “Yes, I am here, Mr. Arun.” Salma said, “I was just thinking about your question. You know I had suggested you don’t start this investigation in the first place. And yet you insisted. So I don’t know whether you want to know it all or not.” “I see.” I said, trying to decide what I should do. “Let me ask you this. Have you made a decision about divorcing your wife?” she asked. “Yes.” I replied. “I have decided not to. I want to give her another chance.” “Then, Mr. Arun, you don’t need to know. I’ll definitely call you on Christmas, and I know I have a trip to DC sometime in late January. As soon as I know when, I promise you’ll be the first person I tell.’ ‘I damn well better be,’ she answered, and I just had to laugh. ‘OK, honey. I need to go before your sister kills your niece. Merry Christmas, Kevin. I love you.’ ‘I love you too, mom. Tell Janet and the kids I love them.’ As with most mothers, mine knew me better than I did. She was exactly right — it had little to do with wanting. Amy then leaned back and began bouncing her pussy up and down on my cock, letting me see every inch of it go in and out of her juicy, wet lips. Just the sight of it alone almost made me orgasm, but I managed to contain myself. Not wanting to do all the work, Amy got off my cock and said, “Do me from behind so you can pull my hair,” to which I had no trouble responding. I turned her over to her hands and knees to await my throbbing cock. I lined up behind her and, before I could get a hand on my.