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“I’m sorry It's hot in here,” she commented, and I heard the rustle of fabric before she added, “I’ll just turn the air conditioner up a little.” The heels clicked again, and I sensed her approach once more, I should explain that her desk was to the rear of my chair so I could not watch her without twisting in the seat. She lifted my fringe to one side and positioned the test frames back on my face, as she did so the air con kicked in with a wave of cool air, my unfettered nipples instantly hardening inside my light summer top. “So, this time I want you to tell me which is clearer, the red or the green,” I could smell her perfume, Estee Lauder’s Bronze Goddess, the unmistakable scents of vanilla and coconut. I just hoped she couldn't detect mine, Horny Young Woman, a heady mix of girl cum and pheromones. Again, her long slender fingers stroked my fringe back, and I felt her fresh minty breath on my cheek. "Red or Green?" The displays flicked through each one accompanied by an. But she was not next to me and was back to her daily chores, cleaning, cooking, what all and what not. Turning to the clock on the wall I checked the time and it was 8 in the morning. The milkman would have delivered milk and the paperwala should have dropped the newspaper by now. I had to go find her, admire her cute face and listen to her giggles and laughter, but the thing that always pissed me was that she used to keep all her doors and windows open and a passer by, the neighbors could peep inside to see who is in the house and what is going on.So I got off the bed, found my shorts, wore it and peeped outside the bedroom door to see how the condition of the house was and found that it was as I expected. All windows open, so I got on my four and started crawling towards the kitchen so no one could see me and there she was, my love, preparing breakfast wearing a turquoise colored, knee length night gown with straps. I slowly crawled towards her without her noticing me and raised her.
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