Up until earlier this morning,I would have thought the odor was unusual, and not altogether attractive.Now I thought they smelled like heaven. They w...re completely covered inmy own cum, more or less dried. I remember vividly making the mess. Itwas more cum than I'd ever generated in all the masturbation sessions ofmy entire life. Perhaps combined.Santa had worked his first bit of Christmas magic on me then.I grabbed my wallet, and my keys, and left the mall. It didn't matter tome that I. He seems to be coming onto me, but maybe he's unsure about me. What if it was all in my head and he was just having fun? What if he's not really interested in me? Would I make a fool of myself if I said something? Upon return from holiday, I created some work that would need his involvement and arranged a meeting for us to put together a new job description for him, following his recent change in role. I was still unsure whether I had the courage to voice my desires. I asked that he take the. On the other hand, her mother, Lalita was a simple lady. She was a divorcee and our regular customer. She is slim and wears saree tucked low below her waist. Her boobs were medium a little more waist and nice chubby ass. Her figure would have been 34-32-38.I never was interested in her but her daughter made me interested in her. I started talking with her to get close to them. I never knew she had such a beautiful daughter. She lived near my shop. Soon I was friendly with them and they would. Finally though, without warning, she damn near swallowed the whole thing. Her mouth and throat did amazing things, things she hadn’t done before. It felt so good I could barely describe it if asked. And just as she seemed to be getting into a groove, she pulled away and refilled her lungs to capacity. “So? What’s my temperature?” she asked perkily. I had let my head drop back, the feeling of loss even causing me to close my eyes. “Hot. So hot,” I replied reverently. “Uh oh. I hope I’m.