We settled down in the lounge listening to the rubbish he was talking, when Donna went to make a cup of coffee, I followed her in the kitchen and told...her to set it up.She came back in the room and gave him his coffee, as he was babbling on Donna knelt on the floor and placed her hand on his knee, he looked suprised. She then moved it slowly up the inside of his leg, he smiled at her, then at me. After a couple of minutes she knelt up further and moved her hand on to his crotch, his cock. "Want some more?" she asked. She raised her eyebrows andfingered her pussy.I knew what she meant, and I wanted it more than anything. I smiled ather. She was so beautiful and sexy, and her glistening pussy lips wereso inviting. My mind flashed briefly back to the first time I'd seenher. I remembered the awe I felt at her superior womanhood, her beauty,her sexiness, and how much I'd wanted to worship her. And now I wouldget to. I eagerly laid down on the recliner and scooted up so my. Either this man was going to do me serious harm or he was actually insanely in love with me. My rational mind suggested that it was the former, but something in his voice, in the touch of his lips, reminded me of the feeling that I had had when we shook hands. Besides, I felt I knew him by the books he read, he was a shy scholar, a dreamer, someone with a thirst for something greater… ‘What do you want?’ I asked him. ‘Only to make you happy,’ came the reply that made my breath catch. He kissed. 45pm. But she did not call. But to my pleasant surprise i got a missed call from the same number around 11 o’clock next morning. I called and asked her if she had called she said why did u call in the night. I said i like ur voice and wanted to listen to it. Seema said c’mon don’t try to flirt i said no i’m not flirting but telling the truth on hearing this she asked my name and i too asked her name and we started talking. She said that she was the director of her institute of personality.