There’s a knock on the door. Realizing there’s no time to pull up my pants, Tiffany crawls under my desk and I push my chair forward. The pr...ncipal walks in. “Mr. Reynolds?” “Hi, Principal Powers. You’re here late.” “Yes, well, I was hoping to go over tomorrow’s assembly with you.” “Tomorrow’s what--?” I couldn’t believe that Tiffany was still licking me clean under the desk. “You know, Ms. Powers, I don’t think now is a good time. Um… perhaps tomorrow. We became very close and fight now and then, but she obeys me and she is very sharp, quick-witted and good in studies too. She generally wears all kinds of dresses like kurthas, saris, shorts etc. At nights she wears night gown. We use to sleep in the same room. Any one from outside who does know about us will think that we are best friends. She used to cook, wash clothes, and used to take care of me very well. One evening, after my office and after her college, I was browsing internet and due. And I could still get into all my knickers, although they were now amuch better fit. I could really enjoy the sensation of the silky fabriccaressing my larger and more wobbly bottom. Somehow I felt morebalanced, as about the same weight had been added to my back as to myfront!Of course, the girls in the office were already used to seeing mygenerous bust, so when I returned to work it was my bum that got themost comments. In fact one of the girls asked if I had had my boobsdone as well. And. The feel of him inside me was still exquisite, the muscles of my vagina squeezing him as hard as they could. But he didn't try to hold out the way he once did; a few quick strokes and he pulled out, to spend his seed on my stomach, neither caring nor embarrassed that I needed my hand to finish myself off.That refusal to ejaculate inside me is what made me think about whether or not there was 'another woman.' Was it just some trick he had learned while watching a porn movie in his hotel room, or.