.." He licked her neck, up and down, left hand roaming, cupping her breast, squeezing. It was dearly soft. Her scared, noisy squealing was such a turn... on. Music to his ears. He massaged her young flesh through her bra and dress. He could feel her body straining and squirming beneath him.“Where you trying to go sweetie? don't like me touching you?” He made it worst when his right hand joined in.Her arms, buried behind her, was crushed beneath his weight. She could do nothing to stop him. His. I can’t tell him what’s going on, and it wouldn’t be professional to get him involved in my problems. He took a moment to contemplate a spontaneous thought. “Would you like to join me for a drink?” His question surprised her. “In my office,” Gabriel added, as if that made his proposition safer. ~oOo~ She’d always loved his expansive work space. His collection of abstract artwork was very impressive; they disguised the mundane vibe that all the other offices had in the building. Rachel sat on. Vahan pr ladke bi dance kr rehe the to mene notice kiya ek ladka jiski height 6 feet thi aur dekhne main bhut smart tha wo mom ke kareeb hokar dance krne ki koshish kr reha tha.to thodi der baad dj wale ne couples song chala diye to mom akeli thi to us ladke ne mom se sath main dance krne ke liye pucha to mom ne usko pta nhi kaise haan kr di main bhut shocked hua.Wo mom ke bhut close tha to mera ek friend mujhe kehne lga teri mom to kisi se baat bi nhi krti thi to aaj ek muslim ladke ke sath. I was excited and went head over heels. I had 21 nights with women and most of them married, my all-time preferred ones. It was already evening. I planned for the night with the sexiest among them, Ragini (name changed). She was 33 and her hubby was on a business trip.She wasn’t comfortable in a hotel with someone she had never met. So she called me to her place. As soon as she opened the door, I was mesmerized by her figure and beauty. She wore a black crop top and shorts. I complimented her.