.." I stirred the aromatic pot slowly. It wasn't a great soup, but a nice one. "... Your spices were old, and moldy, and you used too much. A mistake ...ny cook could make." Any novice, perhaps," she corrected. "Or maybe a child. You can tell that I never spent much time in the kitchen. I appreciate you trying to spare my feelings."Remaining silent, I filled a couple mugs with broth from my soup, and handed her one. She sipped slowly, smiled, and then drained half the mug."Very good!" she. ” Swiftly stepping to the door, she surreptitiously locked it. Then she strode back to her desk, picked up the phone and contacted her secretary. “Amanda, I’m sorry but please hold all calls. We have a pressing matter that needs to be resolved. If anyone calls, please inform them I am busy with an urgent project and take a message.” After placing the handset in the cradle, she calmly walked back to the gentleman, placed her hands around his neck and proceeded to assail his lips, mouth and. She was working my g-spot with her fingertips and caressing my clit with her thumb, I was doing the same thing to her. We were giving each other everything we could. I do not have gushing orgasms, but I could feel my love juice really flowing. After the headless rapture of our orgasms we fell exhausted into each other’s arms. It was a fantastic feeling to hold this soft, smooth female body in my arms and be held by her. As we were coming down to earth, I cupped her breast and softly. I was practically skipping now. I felt Oscar behind me, his eyes tracking the flowing movement of my skirt. My black hair bounced about my shoulders, brushing my pale skin and the pink fabric of my blouse. My nipples tingled, naughty jolts and zaps shooting down to my pussy. My poor panties were just so wet.It made me feel so wicked and naughty.A part of me just wanted to flip up my skirt him how sexy my panties were. The impulse grew and grew as I approached my high school. I strolled up to.