I was a Preparing for CA. And she too was pursuing her P.HD. I lived alone and her mother used to watch TV in loud volume. So she used to come to my f...lat for studies.I was quite strict to my schedule while I studied and expected silence. But she was a naughty character. She will crack a joke in between and will laugh for minutes on her own joke. I loved that. Her smile and her sparkling eyes.It was one of these jokes that brought us close. She used to call me vishwamitra and I called her menka.. He couldn’t tell whether groping her or being groped by her was the sexier experience. When they broke, she was on her knees taking off his left shoe. He could have sworn she looked at his crotch as if she would kiss it, but it was either a tease or his imagination. She rose for another kiss before taking off his right shoe. Two more kisses, two more dips down, and his socks were off.They had an even longer kiss. He left her mouth for her ear and her neck. But when his hands went to her bra. I tried, but my legs kept sinking. He came over and put his hands under me. He had one hand under my chest and the other on my stomach.He said to kick like he showed me and swing my arms up over my head and down in a circular motion. As I wiggled his hand slipped down to my crotch. He kept it there for a few minutes, then it felt like he was rubbing my dick with his fingers. I kept doing this,and asked how I was doing. Mr king said I was getting better. I looked around to where Mike was, just. Then she got dressed and lastly, she did her makeup... something attractive, yet not whorish. This was a job interview, not a porn shoot!She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She eyed herself critically, making sure everything was absolutely spot on. Once satisfied she'd done all she could to prepare for this interview, she picked up her resume packet and drove to the address she had written down last night.She pulled up in front of a very tall,.