’ She left the office floating on air. I still couldn’t figure out if she and Kendall had an office thing going. Her whole, former situation didn�...��t add up in my mind, with or without an office fuck. Oh well, can’t worry about that now, I needed to see Beetlesmith before he closed for the day. ****************** Beetlesmith was sitting in his usual spot when I arrived, and I was glad to see he was alone. His face lit up when he saw me, ‘Mr. Henry, my but it’s been awhile since you were last. She couldn’t move her arms or legs, and seemed to be floating in mid air. Slowly, her mind began to clear and some recollections of what happened last night return. Her name is Dee and she was on her way home from work and decided to stop off for a drink to unwind after what had been a very stressful day. The bar was on the seafront, the weather was balmy and calm. A guy that she had been vaguely aware of on previous visits to the bar offered to buy her a drink, and she said ‘yes, that would. He drowned out the sound of his urges, giving her his attention.“I’m scared.” She said it quietly, almost whisper.“I know baby, I’ll be careful.” He leaned into her ear, his hand on her thigh; “Gentle, slow. You name it and I’ll do it.” Her flushed cheeks became darker, her need growing to be with him. Her desires burned for this man just as his did.His fingers unsnapped the buttons of her jeans, gently pulling them down. Her hips moved off the bed to let him them slid off. She reached for his. Mina aunty used to come to chat with mum during the evening time or on Sundays. I never left a chance to see her and admire her boobs and arse. One day my luck struck, I was on night shift, so that day I was alone in the morning. It was around ten in the morning, I was watching a blue Malayalam cd. The telephone bell started to ring, I picked it up and it was Mina auntie’s husband call from Delhi and he wanted to talk to his wife and said he will call after 5 minutes. Mina aunty doesn’t have a.