Then I made my move. I put my hand around her waist just below her blouse.Since she was sweating and wet. I was not getting a grip of her and she was ...slipping off and tripping. Then gradually lost my grip and my palm was on her left boob and she was least bothered due to pain. They were so soft as cotton candy and as smooth as silk.Soon she realized I was pressing her boob. So she started to move faster. I was pretending she was slipping. So to make her comfortable I moved on the other side and. Our eyes were open the whole time and I pulled back just far enough to clearly focus on each other.I had a hard time interpreting her reaction and wasn't sure I didn't make a huge mistake until she tilted her head in the opposite direction from mine and we both leaned in again.This time she parted her lips a little more and when we locked them together she raised her arms and wrapped them around my neck while my arms went around her waist and I pulled her away from my desk and she stood. Ab maine use mumma ki panty se muth marne laga aur raat kaa scene imagine karne laga tabhi washroom ke door par aisa laga ki kisine knock kiya.Mai fatafat muth mar kar mumma ki panty rakhi aur door ke aaspass dekha to koi nhi tha.Ab mai nha kar nikal aaya aur breakfast kar ke clg chala gya waha se wapis aate time maine movie ke show timing dekha.Ghr pe aaya to dekha mumma bore ho rhi thi maine unhe bolaMe:Mumma jaldi ready ho jao chalo khi ghum ke aate hai.Mumma:nhi beta man nhi hai.Me:Are. . often.”She patted him on the shoulder and led him to a small sitting room just off the front door, pointing him at a love seat while she sat on a slightly larger couch which sat catty-corner to it. He noticed that put his back at the window, and her facing the window, which was the security conscious thing for her to do. An heiress worth some ungodly amount of money even before she entered politics, she’d probably been drilled on where to stand or sit in any given situation by her security.