Sat at a computer one minute, driving round, lifting heavy stuff. It never stops..."She tried to rub her own shoulder and winced."Here, let me," I sai..., standing behind her.I started to massage her shoulders, gently at first, then a little bit harder. She smelled amazing. I could feel her bra strap under her top and my cock threatened to burst out."Mmmm, oh that feels good. You're in the wrong line of work!"I laughed, only half listening to what she was saying. I worked my way down to the. After she finished I asked her to sit and made small talk, as we talked she kept coming closer and finally landed near me on the sofa. I straightaway put my hands in her blouse and started to rub her soft tits. She made a small token protest and then started to rub my thighs. We started to kiss and my tongue was soon kissing her tongue. After sum time I lifted her sari and took of her panties and started to kiss her pussy. She had a hairy pussy. I started to lick and eat it, she started moaning. I also hugged her and grabbed and pressed her ass…. As I pressed her ass she started to breath heavily…..I could hear her breath….Then I started to look into each other eyes and I slowly moved my lips to her lips. Breathing got heavier, she moved her lips slowly and I moved my hands over her ass and and she then put her hand into my shorts and caught my dick and got her lips closer to mine. Both our lips touched and we were kissing each other….Oh god what a feeling that was…. Her lips were too. But just like I always do with long-term relationships, my mind began to drift off into new and different sexual territory. Whilst I loved her innocence and inexperience at first, it didn't take long before the sex with her became repetitive. That's when, one evening alone at my parents house and whilst Gemma was working late shift, I began to make things interesting for myself. I managed to get hold of her ex boyfriend, Christian's, Facebook. I created a fake female username and added him as I.