She paused to untie her hair, and my eyes rose to the deep hollows of her armpits. The hair was thick and black, filling the gully of each armpit. For...the first time, I realized that she was feeling self-conscious of her hairiness. “You still like?” she asked me timidly.“Very much,” I admitted.She was a fantastic kisser, her dark lips parting to reveal a pink tongue: she tasted sweet, and we lay naked on her bed kissing for half an hour. My jaw hurt, but I couldn’t get enough of her mouth, and. This happened four years back when I joined a new office. My boss cum manager there was Sheethal. She was a 52-year-old lady with a little chubby body and a figure of 38D-38-36. She was a very strict lady and I have often seen her shouting at other colleagues. But she was a little soft in approach towards me. During my initial days at the office, I had only a few interactions with her, but after a couple of months, we started to talk more and she often dropped me at my house. She led a happy. “So when did you two start gettin’ it on?” “Shit when I moved out here I had never met a fag. I was seriously homophobic myself but, well let’s just say I really didn’t think about TJ like that until one night and a good amount of ecstasy.” “You still didn’t answer her question,’ I quickly pointed out. “Shit man, you want a date?!” “More or less,” Laura answered. “Well, let me see if I can remember this shit. I think it was Christmas Eve three years ago. That good ‘nough for ya?” “That. He had?Emma apparently had more than enough to drink and it had made her pretty outspoken too. She proceeded to tell me all about our father thumbing her pussy every day when she was little like CeeCee was. Then he would kiss her nipples every night after she started to develop. Finally when her periods started dad would fuck her every night too. I was only nine years old when Emma got married so I never knew anything about that but I did know than mom still kisses my cock and sucked me off.