Ankur Manuel

really wanted to make eye contact. She placed her right hand on her upper chest. I glanced at it, and suddenly noticed her ample bosom. "Oh, sir..." He lip was trembling like a small child's. I could not, for some reason, take my eyes off her. There was something about the whole scene which struck me somewhere. I found myself lustily running my eyes down her body, around her breasts, down her plump tummy, and suddenly had an image of her legs discreetly pressed together, hiding the hairy (smooth? I wondered if she was the kind to shave) snatch which had birthed her two kids. I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to banish the guilty but pleasurable image my mind had conjured. I began to turn away, then remembered a project that I had for her. "Mrs