You begin to squeeze my boob moving your other hand from my hip to the front of my miniskirt, your fingers curling around the bottom hem. You ask if I... was wearing the outfit I currently had on. I know you would be able to tell if I was lying so I tell you the truth, "Yes." In a growling whisper you call me naughty softly moaning in my ear. Pushing your hardness against me even more you slip your hand under my miniskirt and shove two fingers deep inside my pussy with no warning. Your other hand. "Ms Hunter, I have some horrible news for you. Your father was a passenger on our 3:27 PM Flight #509 to New York City. That plane crashed upon takeoff and everyone on board was killed, including your father. Your mother collapsed when she saw the crash, and she has been transferred to the hospital. What can we do for you?"For a moment, I just stared at James Weston, not comprehending what he had said. The next thing I did was to scan his mind to see if this was some sort of sick joke. The. It did look impressively elegant.She took two phone calls while I carried my stuff upstairs to the ‘studio’ as she gigglingly called it. I set it up and decided where she would pose until she joined me, pointedly locking the door. It had a Yale and mortice lock so we – she, were twice safe. Her gown had slipped a little between greeting me, kitchen coffee and phone calls. A delightful full jiggle of bosom accompanied by a couple of leg flashes happened. “You suggested a standing pose Monica. She said for sure.then we were like getting even closer and almost everyday we used to chit chat,go for outings.One day I asked her do not get upset I have some queries can I?Then she said go on, you do not have to u r my sweetheartI nervously asked shall we do some research on our bodies and winked at her.Then she was silent about for few minutes and said I thought u r are good guy and I did not expect this from you.Then I said baby we enjoyed alot these days and lot more are incomplete yet to.