She used to smile and say soon marry and have a baby. I said I wished to, till then I will kiss her baby and play with her.We both laughed and went an... we started chatting through our mobile by sending messages at that time.One late evening she came to my home and called me to the hospital she said her child is sick and not drinking milk. I saw her husband coming from office few hours before so I asked about him. She said that he is drunk and started scolding using bad words.I took her on my. ."But Mom cut me off, "No you can't. I don't want you doing your oldchores. You can come with me."I was confused and a bit scared, 'What does she have in mind for me now?'"Where are we going Mom?" To the kitchen, I want you to help me there."I pouted, though I didn't realize it at the time. I wasn't a stranger inthe kitchen, we'd all had to help Mom there at one time or another, but Irealized without her saying it, that now she'd expect me to help herthere all the time. I followed her and she. A young secretary who always wore black was in the room holding a shopping bag. I'd had only a couple of opportunities to work in her vicinity, none of them positive. Most of the time she worked alone in a corner cubicle, one that faced windowless walls. Her black outfit was her exclusive wardrobe, matching her sullen attitude. She didn't seem to want to be working here, or maybe anywhere. Her distain for her co-workers was palatable. Her hair was always pulled back tight into a bun, pulling. As soon as I unwrapped my legs the other kid asked sweetly “can I have another turn too?”Well I’ve gone this far so you may as well but this time just cum and don’t worry about making it last” I said to himHe laid on top of me and closed his eyes as I grabbed his cock and guided it in and he just slowly slid in and out the full length.I lifted my knees back as far as I could and it was feeling nice and unrushed for a change, as a matter of fact there was a possibility I might actually cum.