To think about it, she looks like Bollywood heroine Bhumika Chawala. She had round shaped boobs an even though not a stunner , she was real good looki...g lady. Our sex life was good , with around 2-3 times every week. Although, after child birth, had many times drunk milk from her breasts too. So in all my life was going on at a good pace, a nice career, loving wife, doting parents and a adorable son.Now coming back to the main story , it so happened that our company’s director got retried and. Oh, he was twisted in knots, his crotch pressed against Ms. Jones' solid oak table. It--it felt so good! Ms. Jones stood with her feet wide apart, swinging the cane hard and fast, positively lashing the boy. Vito's ass was full and round under those silly baggy pants and the cane raised a most delicious THWACK! as she swung. She was in control, full of lusty energy, hot and able to do anything she pleased. Vito could only obey her. He was a horny teenage boy, totally under his beautiful. “Jesus, your brain seems broken. What kind of dreams do that?”“Um, you were in them,” She stopped laughing. Her eyes went wide. She looked to her feet.“Oh,” She mumbled.“It wasn’t one of those dreams!” I waved my hands panicking, “God, I’m an idiot.”“I guess,” Kia grumbled.“Will you go out with me?” I asked. And then felt I had to add, “Please?”“Um, wow,” Kia brushed her hair over her ear, “I’ve never gotten a please before.”“Oh,” I hardly heard words I just responded to her inability to look. Got it?” “Got it,” he agreed. “We need a timer,” Rupali said. We didn’t really because I was going to help her win, but I didn’t want to let her in on my plans. Spike handed his sports watch forward; it had a second hand we could use to time ourselves. I gave it to Rupali. “Thirty seconds. Count me down when you get to ten.” I held his shaft gently between two fingertips, not wanting to give him too much contact too soon, and held it up to my lips, foreskin pulled back. There was a drop of.