Woh bola laao main dekhta hun. Usne button lagane ki koshish ki but nahi laga.Woh halki si smile ke saath bola tumhari gaand jyada hi moti hai. Mai ha...ka sa sharma diya. Mujhe yakin nahi ho raha tha uske shabdon par usne kaha use utarta hun aur tumhare liye bada size lata hun.Maine double meaning me kaha, “Kiska bada size?” Woh muskaraya aur bola, “Trouser ka, aur kiska.”Usne trouser utaarte hue apne hath meri komal gaand par fira diye. Aur fir badi trousers laake mujhe dedi. Maine change kiya. He used his hands and spun me round back to facing him then from his hands on my ass his hand moved up towards my hips. He pulled me close and said come sit on me. I straddled over him and sat on his legs. I could feel his cock beneath me. He was becoming aroused . His hands slowly sliding up my sides and placing them over my breasts he began to squeeze and rub them. Oh my god your breasts are so nice. He then slowly took his hands around my back and undone my bralet. He pulled it down off my. ...She's..... She's in the bathroom, I'm out of here!" As I was closing the door, I caught him sniffing my semi wet underwear. "At least be discreet with that!" I said just before rushing down the hall, pass the toilet, hoping to god mom didn't hear me. I snuck back into my room, locked the door and dove onto my bed. It took some time to fall asleep, I used most of it to devise a plan on how to incorporate both Randy and Rita in this mess, but they too must never find out. I should probably. I was just about to give up hope, spinning in my desk chair, about to place my phone back in my desk drawer when the soft chirp pulled me back to the present. "Busy tomorrow? Want to dance"I had to resist sending a message back immediately. I didn't want him to know quite how desperate I was. He didn't have to know, for example, how many outings I had declined in anticipation of a weekend with him. For a few months now I had been keeping the weekends reserved for him. I had some friends at work.