Nanci returned to the bed, this time laying on her side and facing Jen. Once again they did not speak, the looks that they gave to each other seem to ...ay it all. She reached in and kissed Jen again, and she returned the kiss. Nanci's tongue explored Jen's mouth, sending chills over her body. Her hands again reached and caressed Jen's breast, nipping her nipples slightly in-between the fingers. She moaned softly, the sound trapped inside of her clenched mouth.She worked her hands down across. I was cruel, but she also shocked me. She must have been at least a DD cup, and she is only five foot one, so it looked hideous. She has natural brown hair, now it’s blonde, and a frizzy puffed look, like it was still 1982. And shorts that were so short and tight, and a tiny tank top that showed me she was proud of her new additions. It was like a porn caricature of what a High School girl should look like. She did not look cute, she looked like a cheap slut.”I sighed, and Becky kissed my. I got the feeling that he timed his exit to coincide with my own. We exchanged smirks before I thrust the note back into his hand and returned to my desk, excited in a new kind of way.Later that afternoon I was looking up some old invoices in Records Retention. The security guards had partitioned a large closet off the storeroom into a small changing area complete with lockers and a tiny green-tiled shower. A naughty impulse swept common sense aside and I hiked the skirts of my dark grey. I started fucking her in missionary style. I asked her if she knew the name of the position I was fucking her.She said no.I said it was Dharam pracharak sthan.She didn’t get the joke and said “kuch bhi mat bolo”.I again started fucking her.I would push my dick deep inside her pussy as to reach to her eggs.She moaned, cried, laughed, smiled, giggled on every stroke I was giving. It was a sort of her own kick. She was damn high.Lastly I fucked her in doggy style. She said she would like to.