“tum bahut khoobsurat ho. Shamsher kitna khushnaseeb hai. Tum usko miss karti hogi?” I nodded in agreement.I moved my hands on his legs and began ...o press. His hands came on my shoulder and pressed me. I came down and kissed his cheek. His cheek turned and kissed me in return. We hugged and his hands moved all over my back. And my hands felt the warmth of his back.It had been three months since Shamsher had left me. And his lusty father was massaging my back and feeling me, and kissing me..In. Sue sat down on the floor and spread her legs. She looked hot and flushed.Chris regained her senses and seductively crawled over between Sue’s legs. They kissed again and Chris worked her mouth down to Sue’s nipples, sucking and nibbling on them. Moving further down Chris put her tongue to work. Sue tasted so good. Ò"Oooooh right there, don't stop," Sue moaned. She wanted all of Chris’s attention focused on her clit. Chris was French kissing her pussy, every second was pure heaven for Sue.. Jim called down to Mark’s desk. “Accounting Mark” he said answering his phone. “Mark it’s Jim. Trish has been sending you some really racy pics on the company e-mail" Jim told him, trying to say it as quietly as possible yet still be heard. “I’ve got the pics from the e-mails on my phone. I’ll send them to you soon. You should call her when she gets back to her desk and remind her not to use the company e-mail". “Thanks Jim. I’ll call her but, I’m fairly certain she sent them to me by. My daughter's face was flat on my table but facing the camera, her mouth open and her eyes practically screaming out her passion and enjoyment. The pudgy girl was holding the base of her cock, aiming it for what looked like the final thrust, a look of concentration upon her brow.In the corner of the picture, another woman, possibly the same woman as the last photo. Or rather only her legs. She wore white nylons, the thigh high kind. The photo stopped at her navel, but it was evident that she.