We meet for the occasional lunch and chat and over the last year or so there has been a kind of tension between us. This resulted in a passionate kis...sing session a few weeks ago in my car as I dropped her near her home. K is Sikh and spends most of her time looking after her family now, she’s in her late 30’s but looks much younger. She attends the gym regularly and is sli with flawless complexion and the most beautiful face imaginable.I had joked with her on a number of occasions that she. “Aah,” she wailed helplessly with joy as I felt them stiffen in my hands. I proceeded to massage her in long uniform strokes as I moved my hand from her breasts to her underarms. I raised her hands over her head and feasted on those freshly waxed armpits.I massaged them slowly, caressing them as I moved ahead to her arms. I massaged them gently, pinching them in the regular massage manner. My focus now shifted below her breasts. They were gleaming satisfactorily, and the nipples were well. “Not smart little girl.” Grabbing her hair, he yanked her back and slapped her face hard with his hand. Pulling her to her feet, they both grabbed an arm and dragged her back to the waiting stall. “Might as well not even have this shirt on.” Taking a knife, Jeremy cut the top of the sleeves so the material fell off her body, hanging from the waistband where it was still tucked into her jeans. “The jeans too.” Jake said and Jeremy unbuttoned them and then pulled down the zipper. Yanking them. After a lengthy and uncomfortable silence, she finally stepped aside, lowered her weapon, and allowed him to enter. He was a handsome man, younger and more fit than she envisioned for a scientist. He was clean and also smelled good, fresh. She guessed his age to be early forties. His character, by her immediate assessment, was trustworthy and not because she was desperate for social interaction. Shilah was a psychology major before the world was put on pause. She had always been a good judge of.