"I just ... I dunno how to feel right now. I just don't."The most important thing I took from that was that Nicole was upset. Without a second thought... I walked up to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She looked up from the ground into my eyes with an unsure look on her face. Seconds later, we were wrapped in a tight hug."You going to be okay?" I asked her sympathetically."Oh, shut it." She replied angerlessly. We stayed in the hug, unmoving, until she decided to speak again. "I just .... My cleaning lady, not a model by any stretch of the imagination, but with nice DD (probably) breasts, arrives at around 8 :00, stays until she’s done, around noon. She’s always working in a white T-Shirt (lacy but working-woman bra) and jeans but today being a nice day, she’s got shorts on. Again don’t get your brain in a cramp, she’s no model. Just big tits, sorry.I’m working on Christine-2 in my office and when the lady’s around I switch to another tab and look like I’m reading some shit.. Rocky: oooopss … didi ab aap dost be to ho or khul kay bolo na suchi baatao plzzzzshaani: hmmmmmmm ……..haan 2 baarrocky: wowww great …….to kitna dala jijju nay ?shaani: aray yar pora he dalna tha jitna hona tharocky: to didi un ka kitna bara hai suchi baato ?shaani: bola to tha phalhy berocky: bhol gaya hon bolo na or maza aya ?andar tak lagta ho ga un ka lora ?shaani: bus normal he hai or andar kiya lagna bus apna kaam kar kay sonay ki unhay to par jate hai , koi maza nahirocky: oh poor didi. One arm remained around my shoulders and her head was still close to the crook of my neck. Then she took my right hand again and moved it up, until it came in contact with her bare breast. Again I involuntarily sucked in my breath.In a whisper, Connie said, "I love to be touched, Grandpa. Do you like touching me?"My voice was a squeak, "Yes, baby!" Then touch me, Grandpa. Touch me and make me feel like a woman. I need you, Grandpa. Please!"My hand seemed to have a mind of its own. I began to.