It matched her mood. As she clutched her thin robe tightly round her body, as if in doing so, she could keep out the driving rain that lashed against ...he window panes. It was one of those days when the wind and rain whistled round the eaves, creating a cacophony of strange sounds.The window panes shook and rattled, as they were intermittently being lashed with rain and wind. It was the type of day she would have liked to stop in bed and in the warm. But not today, she had things to do. Her. Kya ladki thi, kareeb 5.6’ ki hight tight badan bahot mote bobe aut kya mast gaand thi. Hum dono ke office ka door glass ka tha is wajah se wo hamesha samne dikhti thi.Kyonki hamara computer bhi usi ke samne tha. Wo bhi bahut bold ladki thi hamesha aise kapde pahnti the ki sab usse hi dekhe.Wo janbooj kar apna figure sabko show karti thi. Unka office bhi ex real estate ka tha jahan reception par aisi hi ladkiyon ki jaroorat rahti thi. Ek baar wo skirt top pahan kar aayi. Skirt bahut tight thi. ‘Lie down.’ He lay down, moving up the bed, watching my face carefully. I roamed up his body, letting my breasts rub against his chest. When I reached his face I kissed him softly, letting my hands find his. Moving them up, above his head I told him to hold onto the head board. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled. I leant down to kiss him before setting to my task. Playing with him when he was sleeping made me horny, I wanted to try it. The thought of no pressure, doing things my speed,. I did this for around ten minutes, listening to Peters soft moans on every stroke of my tongue, before he asked for mine.'I want you to fuck my throat John! I want your cock!''That would be nice' I said as I stood up, kicked off my trainers, and dropped my jogging bottoms and boxer shorts to the ground. It felt strange with just my t-shirt on, so I peeled that over my shoulders too.I stood naked in front of Peter, my very hard cock pointing away at 45 degrees, throbbing as the blood coursed.