She gave me a big hug and said "Thanks Uncle Dave, I really appreciate this!" I couldn’t help but notice when she hugged me that her tits had grown ...quite a bit since I last saw her. I stepped back and had a good look at her. She was still short and petite as always. She is probably less than five feet tall and weighs less than a hundred pounds. She had fire red hair (the one thing she got from her father besides the car), green eyes, and just a few freckles on her cheeks. Not enough to get her. Her breasts were about the same size as mine as far as I could tell. A generous d cup. Friday’s were dress down days and we could wear jeans. She had the tightest fitting jeans I had ever seen. Her hips curved oh so nicely. And she had the nicest ass I had ever seen as well. It wasn’t too big or too small it was just right. Whenever she walked away I couldn’t help but watch. She looked good coming or going. Sometimes when we worked close together I could feel her tits brush against my. It look an enormous amount of concentration from his to keep himself from cumming on the spot. He wanted more before he came,“Push your tongue inside” told Hema, who felt that it was going to end soon and did as asked. She applied a little bit of pressure on his asshole, she could not get to open it and spat a considerable amount of saliva and pushed in, that was it for Swami, he could no longer hold it in. He came with a mighty grunt, strands of cum were flying all overHema’s palms on to the. He opened them as he grunted in response while still jerking his cock in her panties. In the less than twenty minutes from their phone call, she had secured three guys (Josh's friends he assumed) to give head to. He couldn't tell what part of the club they were in, probably the bathroom or at the end of a hallway or something. But his wife was on her knees, thighs spread, a cock in one hand and a cock in her mouth and other hand, while another cock was pointed at the action trying to get in..