You bring your paperwork to me, and I okay it and give you your pass. There is a counter between us. I sit on a raised stool and you can only see me f...om the waist up. I do wear sweaters a lot and often get guys lingering to look at my breasts. It was my regular guy who visited me once at work. A busy day with lots of people passing. We talked a bit and he had this bright idea.He wanted to enter my booth and pretend he was fixing something, and then when he got the chance, he would move beneath. Once again she tried her luck at the whole thing. I watched as she opened her mouth and put it inside. As she did, she closed her eyes and moaned a bit. She seemed to understand her own limitations. Slowly her head bobbed in and out as her little moans escaped. I let out a long gasp of approval. Her hand reached out and rubbed the underside of my sack. Occasionally she would try to put it in further and further, testing herself. I smiled at her and she seemed to understand the unspoken message. She clung to me.Now I took her in front of the large mirror in their bedroom and turned her around .I caught her from the back. My fully erect penis was brushing her buttocks. I told her to look in the mirror. I moved my hands over her breast from behind. I pulled down her pallu down. She was standing with her blouse heaving and her breast was ready to come out. I removed off her saree, she was now standing with only her blouse and petticoat. She watched me massage her boobs and at the same. At the time I was boyish looking/smooth and very much inexperienced, till I met this fine distinguished chap.It was a rather hot day, and I was out in the park catching some rays, I had my top off, exposing my slim, silky smooth body, with nice tight football shorts on, exposing my bulge. I decided it was getting a bit hot so wandered off to the road, where a nice expensive car caught my eye, and so did the rather handsome older guy inside it, he had a good look at me, specifically around my.