After a few moments, a kind-faced, handsome old gentleman opened the door. He greeted me warmly, and asked me to come inside.I stepped into the hallwa..., and we shook hands. The man was well-educated, and the conversation that followed was very pleasant. As we sat on the couch, drinking a glass of sherry, our discussion reached a natural pause, and he leaned forward and put his glass down on the coffee table.Then, he reclined, and smiled at me encouragingly. I followed his example, and placed my. It turns out I was not the only one really looking forward to meeting face to face, literally now in reality. I lowered my hands and tugged at her dress to raise the hem from the knee level she preferred. In doing so I managed to cup her firm buttocks and pulled her hips against mine eagerly as our mouths continued to gorge on each other. Her lips parted from mine with gasping breaths, I too was breathless already, my cock so hard it hurt from being restrained. “I want to touch you too Gerald,”. I mean...yes. Yes, sir. I'll...take it." The words fell like lead on my ears, muffled as if they had come from some other room. Some other mouth than mine.Craig permitted himself a smile then, as I'd seen on his face before when a business deal went well. "Excellent. Bring your sister's insurance information to me tomorrow, so we can begin the transfers. Then come over to my desk and bend over it, head on your arms."His prosaic tone caught me off guard. I was still in the state of surreal. Kala was kneeling down to hold the pole of lamp shade. She deliberately ensured that her cleavage is seen by me. It reminds me of movie Hyderabad blues. For those of you who haven’t seen it, go to you tube and watch it. Its exciting clipping. I could not take my eyes of her cleavage. Seeing this, she said it’s a little stuffy and opened her top hook of blouse. I was in a world of excitement. Suddenly from behind Aarthi came and pressed her melons on me. Kala blushed at me and asked, did you.