I didn’t want to pressure her though, so I decided to just suffer until she was ready. She raised up. She and I were sitting Indian style, facing ea...ch other. “You know, I’ve never done anything before tonight, so I probably won’t be any good at this. Just tell me what feels good and what don’t.” I thought she was talking about sex until she leaned over and took my rigid cock into her hand. She stroked it a few times and then she pushed her hair back with her free hand and leaned in and took it. We use to have a PIA pilot renting that upper portion with one muslim family. It was a small family though. Just husband and wife and some times their cousin use to visit them. The wife’s name was Shazia. She was a pathan by origin but being brought up in J&K she was very different, even with her accent of urdu. When we moved in I was about 18, and after my Intermediate exams, I was rather free and was not doing any thing. Her husband Shehzad was on the International Flights and mostly stayed. When she got to the top she commented how spacious our loft was and then slowly made her way down, again one rung at a time. I noticed how massive her arse actually was, when she was 6 feet away from me she wobbled on the step, I put my hands on her arse saying “I’ll stop you from falling” as I fondled her arse she said “Thanks”.She put her right foot down another rung as my hand now crept between her legs, I was massaging her pussy through her gusset, she seemed to stay there for a few minutes. "Before I start analyzing our liability issues, Mr. Whitman, shouldn't wefigure out exactly what's happened to these two?" Larry was yelling."Whaza?" Tracy mumbled, loudly enough to get the attention of whoever wasin the room."She's awake! Oh, thank God!" Whitman said.She opened her eyes and sat up, and realized she was lying on one of thetwo couches in her office.No, that wasn't right, she thought. She didn't have an office; this wasDoug's office, wasn't it?And speaking of Doug, she saw him.