This is an office. Even I like to be with you dear.Me – I want to hold you now tightly and kiss you.She – hey not here, please. Even I want to kis...s your lips badly.Me – I want to press your big boobs. How they look me when I talk with you. … Ufffff.She – (giggling) heeeee.Me – what is your boobs size?She – oyeee. No, I can’t tell.Me – please. I want to eat it.She – it’s 36.Me – wow, I want to eat now.She – Wait. Relax now. Will talk later. Please dear. Control now.Me – ok, but tell me, your. When I was young we moved to the United States. We moved in with my aunt, she lived just out- side of L.A, near the fields; that’s where my father began working, while my mother cleaned houses for high class white people in the suburbs of L.A. I guess it was when I was teen that we moved again, my dad had been working as a mechanic part time, and my mother was making good money. My father was offered a cantina (a bar) that was near the fields and he bought it. It was an old place in a. . not for spending the whole time with troublemaking brats but for some extra money, somehow Jennifer enjoyed the job, the children loved her a lot, she got along well with the kids. Jennifer was full of smiles and sushine, she was positive, caring and nice, even thoughsecretly naughty and frisky, Jennifer didn't dare to flirt with a guy yet, not being amongst much guys at school, she didn't dare to approach or await a chance. Jennifer loved being herself, she loved things to be in limit, even. The thrill was missing. Once you give in to that amazing fetish you can never really go back, no matter how much you try. And today Gabriella decided to go back to it. Because today was when her son had a sleepover with two of his friends. One of the things she and her husband experimented with was working on each other’s boundaries. They even did it through hypnotic conditioning. So, with time Gabriella developed quite some different tastes and now her appetite developed towards something.