Since my job required me to interact with particular client’s representative on daily basis, I managed to get a good rapport with her. Maya was her ...ame and she was 22, she lives in Delhi. Maya was a little shy & docile kind of girl I used to support & motivate her so that she gives her best to the job, unfortunately she left the job.One day I took an off and was at home alone that’s when, I got a call from Maya, we chatted for a long time & suddenly she asked am I in office, when I told her. The were totally accepting of me and my nerdy ways. They were also mostly serious students, and most of them were on the campus newspaper staff -- which I joined. For the first time in my life, I was being invited to really fun parties with really cool boys and girls. And the girls didn't wear bras, and they "slept around". A lot. Except with me. What a fucking bummer! It was my first summer on campus. I had asked my father to let me spend the summer in school so I could get my degree faster,. I watched the MILF work, my pussy itching as she stroked her daughter's flesh.Mrs. Armstrong's green eyes had a glossy passion in them as she massaged her way across Stefani's back, my lover groaning and cooing the entire way. My pussy dripped juices. It was so hot watching the mother pleasure her daughter. Massages were such intimate acts. The rubbing of a person's exposed flesh formed a naughty connection. I bit my lip, my fingers itching to rub my cunt as Mrs. Armstrong went lower and lower,. " Good idea," I agreed. "And the kids?" All in fine shape," the medic replied. "The male is showing some signs of sponsor-level intelligence. There was an underlying problem with distrust and abandonment, but he seems to be responding well and isn't completely traumatized." Okay, fine. Hold them in tubes until someone else comes out to handle them." I went back to sit on a chair nearby and take status reports over my comm link. There was a problem with Group Eighty-Six...Keisha and the kids.