Buckets were large so she couldn’t lift them.My mother asked me to help her.I came to her home with those bucket and she asked me to place those in ...athroom. Their bathroom was short so in the process mine elbow touched her boobs. But she didn’t respond. I was about to leave then she asked me to stay there for sometime.I stayed there and said sorry to her for that day. She said that it’s not my fault and passed a smile to me. Soon we became good friends and she asked for number and soon we. If you have not read them, please click on my username and head over to the other stories that I have published here. Do let me know what you think. I would love to get in touch.So, this is a real story of my sexcapades with the office security lady (Sangeeta – name changes of course). I do apologize for the long story, but I like to describe the situation as it happened and unfolded. I do hope you like it as you read on.So after our first session, which was excellent, we (Sangeeta and me) used. What they didn’t realize was that we were even more heavily armed than they were. Once they opened fire we were free to defend ourselves. My driver, Champ, was SAS, Sid was a SEAL, and his wife, Amanda, was an Army MP. They’re all great marksmen, especially Amanda. I’m fair, but I made up for it by using a 44 Magnum. Let’s face it…a body hit with that weapon is going to do a lot of damage.“Now, I don’t want you to think that this happens every day. I’ve lived here and traveled the world. Yes, she was in a black saree with sleeveless blouse. Formally we went into the living room and approached towards the sofa. That sofa was very much eye catching and as I sat on it with Heena beside me; I imagined the fucking scene of Mandira and me, on that sofa, in doggie position. And since that moment I decided that to bring my imagination into real. (Read this experience in part II. Yes, it came true.) Then as usual, we discussed about the disease and by that time Miss Mandira explained.