” Mid-sentence her tone changed from begging to the more familiar commanding condescension. I was beat.I took a deep breath, and dove back into he... dripping pussy. Within moments, my lips and tongue brought her back to her previous excited state. Again she was bucking her hips and moaning. Her breathing quickened and her legs began a vice-like grip on the sides of my head. I continued my oral assault on her wet lips and throbbing clit. My pace quickened, I sucked her clit deep into my. She had to look different; Noah mustn't know her when he sees her.After 3 hours of searching she finally found what she wanted; she bought a very nice dress it was white with small red flowers on it and thin straps. The dress was short, it reached half her thighs, she looked gorgeous in it, and it looked so good that the vender said it was made for her. An hour later she was at the hair dresser having her hair cut so short it reached her chin. The hair cut looked good on her, then she asked. .Well, this story or account is all about a late-middle-aged widower Telugu man who had been my immediate boss in office and recently got retired from his top-middle-management Corporate service. I had been very nice to me. Before I start the actual story I would love to narrate the precursor to the events. And how I decided to go on with my interesting story after discussing it with Sultana Sinha.It was New Year’s Eve (31st December 2011) on which occasion a grand office-Party was thrown at a. Our story is amazing but I will start from the very first time we had contact, Ok we met through the internet in a website not this one here which is wonderful but other one similar with profiles but yeah of course with people near the area, so while searching for someone interesting we started sending messages to each other, we were like 5 to 6 miles away from each other, but a good time passed before meeting for the first time, I was so excited that almost everyday he was sending me a message.