It was getting close to the time the last bus that would get me home before curfew. I was wandering around the office working out if I should just go ...or if I should wake her up and tell her I was going or what. Then I noticed a folder on her desk with “MCP Support Services Proposal” on the cover. I shouldn’t have opened it but, as I did, some photocopied pages slipped out. There were about a dozen, all the same, entitled “Overview for Bidders”. I was curious I guess, and took one, folded it up,. In one go, my hand touched her bare left boob inside her bra. I pressed both soft boobs repeatedly for about 15 minutes. Liquids were flowing from my dick already. Meena started jerking and she was moaning. With my left hand, I opened her bra hooks and sat behind her.She could feel my erect dick on her back. I moved both my hands inside her dress and played with her boobs. I whispered in her ear if we can move to a private place in the park that I’ve identified. Her reply showed me heaven. She was right it was clean. My friends were right too. They had said that if I ever got the chance, to do it with enthusiasm…because sticking your cock in a girl’s ass was the ultimate success story. I left some spit on her puckered ring and then positioned my cock right up to that puckered ring. Then I held onto her hips and pushed it in. I know that Jane felt some pain but she never said a word. The guys were right, her asshole was the tightest thing yet. The friction was almost painful for. So much for Mr Know It All Charlie.Nigel went on. "There, though. I'm speaking as a man. I suppose you disapprove of all this flaunting of flesh." No, no. I think she's beautiful, too. She's not just flaunting it, she's celebrating it. You can see how she's feeling. She's so relaxed. She's enjoying being looked at." Had I said too much? Did I catch just the slightest flicker of his eye towards my crotch? Had he divined my dampness? Thank God I was wearing a skirt, and not flimsy cotton.