It had started with that bloody article in the magazine, “a third of all heterosexual women have lesbian fantasies” went the tag line and me with ...my second glass of wine and too much time on my hands couldn’t believe such stupidity. But while reading the article I started to interpose myself in the quotes and comments to dismiss the theory, as far as I was concerned straight is straight. The author went into detail how she arrived at the conclusions in her article and made some pretty bold. The next day she’d be dressed like she belonged in the balcony seats at an opera. She took plenty of criticism for both styles, but the one consistent theme was that all her clothes were expensive. So expensive that Tara would brag about wearing designers that Kaylee had never even heard of. She’d play along like she knew then google them at home. That was what Kaylee wanted – real money. Not “fuck-you” money. But FUCK YOU money. When she reached the third floor, the elevator door opened, and a. I slowly pushed it inside and keep it there for 5 min, then I start to fuck her slowly she was moaning slightly, after few min of stroking I loaded my cum inside her pussy. I stay like that for some time, after that she said ithrayum mathi [it’s enough]. Then she turns towards me, she was shocked by seeing me and she starts crying; she thought it was her husband. Quickly she adjust her dress and turn opposite side, I feel very bad and scared too. Next day morning when I wake up she was not. In the evening , I came back home and relaxed. And planned to complete the project in night time because in the night time there is no one to disturb and I can also work for hours .I was working on the top floor of my home and no one comes upstairs there. I was constantly working on our project work and when it was about 12o’clock the backup goes off and air conditioner stoped it was a very hot day I was also having sipps of Cola .Finally after few time I finished my project work . And it was .