They protruded proudly marking a distinct contrast to her thin waist and more than ample compensation for her well rounded, perky little ass that was ...her stock and trade. Marks eyes were fixed on her, taking her in like fine wine, and the sweet scent of her perfume was once again intoxicating him. He offered her a drink and they sat on the sofa. As they moved closer he could feel the electricity in the air, as the aura of her sexuality played on his senses. He could hear her breathing. As he. ”Krish whispered angrily, “You idiots if she shouts ‘Me too’, all of us will be on the streets, if not, in prison.”Vir asked, “Krish, you never felt like squeezing those tits? I have seen so many times, she almost rubs tits on your shoulder while taking your signatures?”Krish sighed, “Are you joking? Sometimes she innocently presses boobs lightly. I am going mad, every time she comes close to me, I have mad impulse to push her on the table and fuck her.”Jai said, “Why don’t you? There is no CC. Dad got up and she pulled down his Lungi. He was in his underwear now which had become yellow with over use. She held his hand and pulled him down on the floor. Then she poured oil on her palm and rubbed both her hands and placed them on his head. Then she slowly started massaging his hair.They were facing each other. Sushila pulled Dad’s head over her breasts and rubbed his hair in slow circular movements. He could smell her body and hear her heart beats; her bosoms were heaving up and down. She crawled to sit upon his head and kissed Rhonda lovingly on her cheek.Rhonda then turned to Jean and tapped the alien who was carrying her on the shoulder. He bowed down right in front of Jean.Suddenly, there was silence in the public square as all eyes were fixed upon Rhonda. She sat neither moving nor speaking, her face still set like that of a marble statue, and almost as unreadable. Jean gazed at her with the rest of the spectators as they waited."Are you the Earth girl?" Rhonda asked.