Sophie seemed to enjoy the Italian pasta and salad he brought for lunch, and he thoroughly enjoyed chatting, getting to know her. The slight air of a...uthority evident in the office was not there. She was more relaxed. It was more like two friends exchanging bits and pieces about their lives than an office chat between a boss and her worker. He was feeling more and more drawn to, attracted to his delightful boss.After lunch, they returned to the job at hand, worked through till late. .ami amar bouer thot rojii chusi..khb bhalo lage chuste..kintu kmn jeno purano hoe geche…tao kichukhhon thont chuslam..amar thontao amar bou seela chuslo..tarpor amar kaane kaane bollo”ei suncho amader ei sex kmn jeno purano hoe geche na..?? Ektu notun experience korle bhalo hoto na..ektu diff..??” ami or sathe agree holam..ha thikii to seii kotodin dhore seii ekbhabe cholche..ebar etu change dorkaar…sheela ke bollam ki korbe tahole?? Sheeela bollo bolte pari jodi tumi raji thako to…!!! Ami. Behind the piles of upstreaming curls, a long wavy fall had been added blending seamlesslyinto to his natural hair now delivering cascading platinum locks downto his shoulder blades. He patted softly his intricate hairdo with hisnewly re-painted fire engine red nails and then lit a cigaretteLeaning against the table looking into his husbands eyes. Matching hisnails beautifully was his red polka rayon sleeveless sheath dress witha shiny vinyl black belt, black purse and glistening black pumps.. For some reason my heart was pounding. I slowly peeked around the corner of the door. I got a huge shock. The shower was running but my mom was not in it. She was siting on the edge of the tub, with one foot on the tiolet and the other on the floor and using my hair brush in her pussy. I was floored. Was this really my mom did she really do these things. And my brush, the very brush I used for the same thing, masturbating.I could hear her moaning and saying something, I bent my ear to try and.