Who is this guy, I thought to myself, he just stop Mr. Spencer, who is the Vice President in Marketing, in the middle of a sentence, like it was nothi...ng. The mystery man, still leaning back in his chair, with his arms crossed stunned at what I said, and Mr. Spencer, who looks like a little kid who want his toy back, waiting for the Mystery man to speak or to let him speak. ‘I think I’ve heard enough, Mr. Jones,’ I God am I getting fired or something?!, I say to myself, as the mystery man starts. ‘Oh, it’ll be no problem,’ Otterley informed me. ‘We’ve got it all worked out, haven’t we Rachel?’ Rachel looked up from her ice cream, nodded and then grinned at me, somehow telling me for the first time that the two girls had been quietly conspiring together. But where they had found the time, or opportunity that afternoon, I had no idea. ‘Rachel will stay at our house on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights,’ Otterley was explaining, ‘and I’ll stay with Rachel and her mother on the other. My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. She was sitting on the sofa waiting for me. Seeing me, she went straight to the door and bolted it. She then signaled me to follow her quietly.While following her on the stairs my eyes were too busy and fixed on her huge slowly swaying pair of sexy ass over the nightie. As I was slowly losing control, I grabbed her huge ass and started to press that soft cushiony flesh. She immediately turned around, pushed my hands away from her spongy ass.. Maine bola mam ise navel ke niche bhandthe he.Mam plz aap apna blouse aur petticoat nikhalo me aapko sikha tha hu.Maine pucha mam aap saree pheli bar pahen rahi he kya?.Tho mam ne bola haa thoda change ke liye pahen rahi hu.Dress pahen ke bore ho gayi hu.Tho maine mam ko kaha apna blouse aur petticoat nikhalo,tho mam ne bola me tumare samne kaise nikhalu,tum mere pati thodi ho.Tho maine kaha mam isme koi badi baat nahi he.Me aapko sikha raha hu kaise phente he,aur bahut ladkiya tho ek baar.