As her manager, I called her into my cubicle to talk about her performance.She was wearing tight blue jeans that showed her voluptuous thighs and big ...ound ass that I saw when she turned around to close the door. She could have simply closed the door without turning back but that wasn’t Sana’s style. She wanted me to show her tight round ass protruding out from her tight jeans.She was wearing orange color tight tops that ended just below her waist. Her boobs juggled while she was walking. I think those are among the most wonderful phrases in the world. Withjust those six words, a person can be prepared to be transported toanother world, or another time, or feel like a fly on the wall of a reallife event.Which kind of story is this one? Well, let me tell you, and you canjudge.My story starts when I was about sixteen years old, and I was not doingall that well.I had been struggling with my gender for as long as I could remember, butit seemed like lately I could not fight any. I was shivering a lot & she was not able to look into my eyes.Days went I teaching my friends as usual & One fine day Me & Mamta again were alone on the computer room, I grabbed a chance & inserted a disc in the similar manner this time I offered here the headphone & she wears it her own & I unbuttoned her first too buttons of her green leafy designed shirt & what I saw was a black lacy bra & I was squeezing her boobs over her bra & she moans uuummmm meet nahiiii, please koi dekhega, uum, aaaah. Athai naan kaiyil eduthu vaaikul vitu suvaithen, iruvarum nirvaanamaaga paduthukondu irunthom. Enaku arjunai migavum pidithu vitathu munbu ennai ootha annan avar en kuthiyai nakave ilai. Aanal arjun en kuthiyai nakugiraan, ivanuku thaan en meethu unmaiyaana anbum kathalum irukirathu. Naangal ondraaga love seithu matter potukondu irunthom.Ithu oru naal veetirku therinthu padikum kalathil ena love vendi kidakirathu endru soli engal kathalai pirithu vitargal. Sirithu naatkal kavalaiyaaga.