. Kuch dino baad mere college ki chutiyan ho gyi aur us time naveen ki b chutti chal rhi thi to din bhar hum dono ghar pe he rhte the m roj dopahar ko... soti thi ek din mane notice kia ki koi mere boobs daba rha h m samajh gyi ki wo naveen h sone ko natak krti rhi achanak se usne mere hathon me apna lund pakda diya aur mere hatho ko pakadkar apne lund ko sahlane laga aur phir jhad gya uska thoda sa muth mere hathon par gir gya aur baki zameen par aur wo apne kamre me chala gya . M thodi der me. She looked at me and was sullen when she asked, "Are you the new Manager? How many hours are you going to cut this time?" Hi, I'm Brad Johnson, the Regional Manager out of LA, and you are?" Rhonda Feinstein, former CPA in good standing, and now a lowly bookkeeper. What can I do for you?" I'm used to talking straight with accounting, Rhonda, so I'm going to ask you some very pointed questions. Regardless of your past relationship with your deceased Manager, what kind of shenanigans was he up to. “Mom ... wow ... now ... that’s a nightie! You wore that to bed last night? If so, who fucked you in it?” I teased my sweet mother about her baby doll nightie as I dragged her into bed with me.“If I tell you, will that make you hornier?” Mom teased me back as she lifted her nightie and showed me the absence of panties in this case, “maybe get you to rise ... to the occasion? I woke you up for a reason, you know, and not just for breakfast.”“You want some of this, don’t you?” I stuck my tongue. His finger made a single stroke, up the length of her slit, before pressing into her. Sarah collapsed onto the desk as he started to finger her. Another finger was added and she gasped out in pleasure, shuddering with each of his movements. The lust that had been teased and nurtured for hours was finally being released to burn through her entire figure. Each stroke of his hand was accompanied by the building of her elusive orgasm, she did not usually cum from vaginal stimulation alone but his.