“I have my ways. I’ve got friends in HR.”What she’d just admitted to was probably a sackable offence but I let it go.“What can I do for you....”“I’ve got a problem with my waste pipe. If you come round and pay it some attention, I’ll cook you dinner.”“Um, Claire, I don’t know anything about waste pipes. I think you’d better call in a professional plumber.”Yes, I know I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer.“Not my waste pipe waste pipe, silly! I want a repeat of last Monday and I can’t wait any. “Do you have protection?”I shook my head. “No. I didn’t exactly plan for this to happen.”She looked troubled. I could tell she wanted to go on, but wasn’t sure what to do or how to manage this unanticipated risk.“I can pull out if you want. Or we don’t have to go all out.” I told her. “We can keep it to oral and still both get satisfied.” I held her close to me, slowly caressing her back.“I like oral, but it usually just leaves me hungry.” She said, looking down again, blushing. She looked back. To zeni ne mera hath pakda aur idhar udhar dekha aur mera hath apne skirt me ghusa diya, mera hath uski panty par laga… mene kaha wo to thik he par us waqt wo kaha thi? hamara last period chal raha tha. mera sawal sunke wo madan ka permission lekar toilet gayi. 2 minute me wapas aa gayi. aa kar bethi to fir mera hath pakda aur moka milte he fir se apne skirt me ghusa diya. ab waha panty nhi thi. mujhe viswas nhi hua, mene charo taraf hath feraya, panty nhi thi. fir zeni ne apni panty apni bra. He then reaches out and starts to slowly stroke his shaft just below the swollen head, his balls beginning to look like sizable Christmas ornaments. "Oh, god," Evelyn moans, as her left hand reaches up for her swollen left tit, fingers grasping the nipple as she begins to roll it between her thumb and forefinger. Her right hand reaches for her pussy, slowly rubbing the top of her mound. My wife lets out her first moan of the evening as her pussy glistens with her increasing wetness.Rick looks.