This fame and skill had not come without cost though. Being a successful woman in academia required a degree of social sacrifice. Dr. Anderson had to ...develop boundaries between herself and her assistants and colleagues for fear of appearing to "sleep her way to the top". This had given Jessica a reputation for being an ice queen, but she did not care so long as she was successful.Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert. Bharti apne honto ko halke se kaatti hui aankho mein adaao ke sath poochi: Kya main tumhe hot lagti hun?Rahul: Haan bohut.Bharti: To main khoobsurat hun ya hot hun?Rahul: Uff, tum dono hi ho yaar.Bharti uske muh se sunkar maza lena chahti thi to woh boli: Kya, kya hun bolo.Rahul bhi jaan gaya ki Bharti ko uske muh se apni tareef sunni hai. Woh aage bola: Kaafi khoobsurat aur hot aur sachme tum kaafi sexy ho yaar.Bharti apni sharam ko bhool apne hath se pakde t-shirt ke nichle hisse ko chor di.. Nice lube job. I didn’t marry you because you were virginal.”She was in no rush for another orgasm and the slippery condition of her pussy didn’t rush me either. I’d gotten a good piece of her late last night anyway. She queried, “Why DID you marry me anyway?”She knew the answer but loved to ask that question, especially when we were having an extra-sexy screw, like my getting fresh seconds.My short answer was, “Because you had the best and busiest snatch I’d ever found.”Her eyes went wide and. This was something I always did. Jennifer didn't mind, in fact she found it both arousing and amusing that merely be allowed to look at her sex was such an intoxicating thrill for me. My wife loved me, so she always granted me this simple pleasure. The lips of Jennifer's pussy were moist. Her large clitoris arrogantly protruded from it's protective hood of soft flesh. She was already excited. I'd spent the previous fifteen minutes kissing and licking her asshole. She relished that simple.