She giggled."Well then, if that’s the case" Her hands left me and she pulled her shirt off, leaving those huge boobs jiggling in front of me. I lean... forward and kissed her then she pulled me towards her and our mouths locked, our tongues wrestling. My right hand was in her hair, and I was slowly lowering my left hand to her shorts. Just before my hand was about to slip down them, she pulled it up onto her left breast. I caressed it and kneaded it like dough, until she was moaning and had to. ... I don't think I could get anymore turned on!I pulled out my cock and started to stroke it.It was so hard that I could feel it throbbing in my hand and it felt like every drop of blood from my body was flooding to its swollen head.My wife was getting more turned on by watching me touch myself at the sight of what she was doing.Her rhythm was starting to quicken and she was putting more pressure down on the guy’s mouth.She was beginning to breathe heavier and she held the top of his head as. Don't get me wrong, LA has some amazing restaurants, but with my lack of a social life, I'd rarely visited them and my culinary lifestyle consisted of take-out menus and my own meager attempts at cooking.After lunch, I dropped the ladies from the back seat off at their house. Stacy opted to give me a driving tour of Houston for the afternoon. We drove around for hours and I easily decided that I needed to tell Amy to arrange to get me an EZ TAG for all the tolls—something I definitely wasn't. There were rumors around the office that Mr. Shukla was a player and he liked to touch/feel his female subordinates. There was a girl called Ragini who got promoted because she was rumored to be his keep. He was a handsome man who was well built because he was a football player in his youth. All of a sudden Mr. Shukla took his shoe off his foot and started to run his socked feet against my ankle and calf. I was wearing a short skirt that day so the touch of his sock on my naked skin was quite.