My left breast began to tingle more as the warm feeling of my skin increased. Didn’t think that through but it didn’t matter because I had more o... the slime. I flushed the toilet paper and retucked my sweater. Fighting the urge to slip my fingers back into my pants I unlocked the stall and went to the sink. I was pretty sure no one had come into the bathroom but I figured I had better wash my hands anyways. With my travel mug safely in my hand, I made my way back to my cubicle. I settled. Aged about 27-28 at that time married to a moron older uncle who by no means could have satisfied her. So coming to the incident. I was in a mall at the billing queue when I saw a familiar face in the front. I immediately remembered her as my teacher Sharon. She hadn’t changed a bit in 10-12 years. My gosh! I think she hadn’t put on a single extra kilo.Her dressing sense, too, hadn’t changed with the usual stringed blouse and saree below the waist, showing her deep white navel. My dick actually. She had the various SEC credentials. Most importantly, she could sit there and testify on a stack of Bibles how we had spent the spring and summer discussing the weakening market and developing plans to counter it. She and the various traders could swear how we discussed it ahead of time, that she had been the one to call us into the office, and how we had made the Code Red and Code Green calls based on the market moves and the other’s input. Unless they could prove I was a time traveler, we. Even though there was pant in between my tongue and her asshole I am pretty sure that she was feeling my tongue on her ass hole.KA- You love my ass don't youM- I love every part of your bodyKA- I can feel your tongue on my asshole babyM- Do you like itKA- I love itAfter that I went little upwards and put my hand under her t shirt. I start sliding it little up and I touched her boobs from under the t shirt. They were so big and soft. I felt her hard nipple from top of her bra. I realized her bra.