Father she called the Pups, then Pusikom. The letter was not angry or abusive, rather neutral.

But her father called her daughter, Dashulya, Mimishka and My Hole. Such are the tenderness of them.

From nefig do and self-interest for the sake of, I sent both letters to my work email and cleaned up the traces. He closed all the windows and turned off the Dashulkin comp, already pondering how to cover this little star on its back, which since fourteen years old has been fucked in all the cracks. Such a skeleton in the closet is worth a lot!

- Well, the boss asshole, gives Bounty, which you can not stand. It is necessary to comply and continue to be an asshole - I grinned at my own thoughts and, having finished my work, went home with a clear conscience. Now I was thinking about where to start and how to make it clear to Dashulka that I know everything. It was very interesting to see her reaction, bitch I was also that one!

On Sunday, I sent Dasha a text message from the site - And you turn out to be a minx! You fool around with your father ... -

Then another text message - What do you think will happen if they find out about it? -

And this stopped. Let ponder in conjectures.

On Monday, as if nothing had happened, I calmly and usually communicated with Dashuley at work. He glanced at her imperceptibly, watching her glance at everyone present.

- Looking for? - I sent her another SMS from the site. The telephone numbers of the entire department were printed on a sheet, right at the door, in the office.

Her phone rang that SMS came. Dasha read and began to look around. I waved my fingers at her, smiling and winking.

She didn’t finish it, that I probably thought I’d just met her eyes, smiled at me with a sweet smile. Here's a snake, though, who is better in this world ?!

- Spread the legs, I want to see your panties - I wrote another SMS via the Internet.

Dasha read and began to look around again. I smiled at her again and waved my fingers with my fingers, making it so that others could not see. My monitor hid me from almost everyone, Dashuly and my deputy, Sergey, were visible. But Sergey cracked with someone on the work phone and wrote something down so hard that only Dasha saw me. Her table was closer to my table. I did not have a separate office, but the table was located so that I looked out of the monitor, saw everyone, but Dashulka was the closest to me and I often looked at her beautiful, white, still unburned, thighs with sharp, girlish knees. Oh, how I wanted them ...

Then Dasha looked at me in surprise, and finally it came to her that I was sending her a text message. She blushed and lowered her head, hiding from everyone behind her monitor. But not from me. She sat with a crimson face, bending her head and rubbing her temples with her fingers.

- What is sweet, got? - I wrote her a text message. Dasha's phone rang, she read the message and began typing something on the computer, without raising her head high, sitting crouched.

Then I received a letter in the mail. All of them send me daily reports about the work done. This is not my whim, but the leadership, so that it was in every department. And then I summarize the information and send a report to Bos that we have worked out for the whole department in a day. Such is the whistle dance.

- Vladimir Eduardovich, are you writing to me? - I read her message.

The answer I wrote to her in the SMS from the site - Got it? Spread your legs and show your panties! -

She read my message, looked at the phone for a long time, glanced at me and again began typing on the computer.

I received a letter from her - Shame on you, we had such a good relationship, and you ruined everything !!! - and a bunch of exclamation marks.

Then I sent her a letter from her father, in an attachment, and wrote - Read, and I also read your correspondence on Vkontakte. We stand each other !!! - by putting too many exclamation marks.

When she read my letter, she bit her lip, silently turned slightly toward me and spread her legs, showing a strip of pink panties, under the same pink, short skirt.She herself pretended that she had forgotten to do something, intending to get up, but she remembered and began to do it, sitting sideways to the table and showing me her crotch.

- Go, take off your panties and sit down just like now - I wrote an SMS.

Dashulya read, glanced at me, took a deep breath, looked at everyone, got up and left the office.

Klgda returned, sat on a chair, turned slightly to me, biting her lip, looked at the monitor and after a while, sighed and parted her legs a little.

- Wider - I wrote to her.

She spread her wide, slightly flushing and looking around at everyone.

- Even wider - I wrote. And rna spread her legs wide open, showing me a shaved pussy with dark, stoned sexual lips. I really wanted to go there, parted these lips with my dick, oh, how I wanted and immediately.

- Take some kind of cream and wait for me in the toilet. Do not lock the door to the latch - I wrote to Dashulka by mail, and sent an SMS message - Read the mail -

She read everything, rummaged in her purse, something she took from there and left the office. I called from my mobile to the worker, answered the call, said “Yes Bos”, I’m coming, and left the office too.

I went to the toilet, closed the door to the latch, silently turned Dashuly back to myself, facing the washbasin, clasped her, put his hands under her arms at the armpits, took him by the neck and bent the shrimp - So stand and hold on to the sink - I whispered. He himself pulled out his hands, quickly unbuttoned his pants, lowered them, along with his underpants - Cream where? I asked quietly.

Dasha raised one hand, which was a tube of hand cream. I took the cream in my hand, the other hand pawing the girl between the legs. My cock was trembling with excitement, but Dashulka's pussy was dry. I quickly opened the tube, squeezed the cream straight onto the head, throwing the lid and the tube into the sink, lightly smeared the cream with my finger and put the head on the Dasha's hole. A couple of times she held up from the bottom and shallowly sank a member into the vagina. Dashulya started and slightly bent her back.

I pressed on the ridge and began to push deeper and deeper, pressing the girl on his back. Skirt unpleasantly interfered, having started between me and Dashulka. Lifting the skirt, I tucked the hem of the belt and began to fuck Dasha hard, deeply and quickly inserting a member into it. She already howled, but she closed her mouth with her palm and only snuffled, in so much my movements. Feeling that now I’m finishing, I forcefully turned Dasha, by the neck, to face me and put a member to her lips, not allowing her to straighten. She wrapped her lips around her cock and I let go of her neck, grabbing my hands around her head, began to fuck her in the mouth. She kissed loudly a couple of times, but then tightly wrapped her lips around her dick, and I slid around my mouth, intending to cum. And finished, strongly pulling it on the penis, so that she began to cry out of the penis in the throat, but could not cough. Sperm just flowed directly into her stomach. And then I pulled out the penis and squeezed out with my hand everything that did not get into her stomach, on her face and lips, smearing the sperm, leading her head to her lips and cheeks, holding her with one hand by her hair. And Dashulka quietly groaned, holding back the gag reflex. She was on the drum that I was smearing her with sperm, she wanted breakfast with sperm to see what was going on outside.

Turning her face to the sink, I clapped my palm on Dashulkina's bare ass. - Free for now. - And quickly wiped a member of toilet paper, threw it into the toilet, was going to go out - The door behind me is closed and not for long here - in a quiet but bossy tone, I said, and unlocking the door, I went out, slamming the door behind me. There was no one in the corridor.

Here it is, the discipline, adjusted by barefoot, smoke breaks, and then, only by time, every two hours for five minutes.

Dashulka came into the office in about ten minutes, as if, as if nothing had happened, only she had no mascara on her eyelashes. But she didn’t look worse.

This is how my office romance began with a young subordinate who, due to her carelessness, had to push her legs apart, and I polished my dick in all her holes, leaving my ass on Saturday, which I worked out, putting Dashulka back on her own table, removing it from him monitor. Really cool girl, Dashulka and she liked to fuck very much. My cock came to her like and size.Fucked her and in the toilet, and in the office and in the car. She called, after the institute, to come in, fuck her, and then she went to her beloved, on foot, so as not to shine. For some reason he didn’t come for her, and maybe she didn’t want it. And this fornication continued even after her marriage, until it went on maternity leave.

A couple of times met recently, blowjob made to me. Her belly is already huge, but she swallowed sperm regularly and sucked as if she hadn’t been in her mouth for a long time. Gentle and demanding.

At the institute she took an academician, but she said she would go to work, as soon as the opportunity arose, she said at all in the office - Very good work and good team

Now I am waiting for what will happen next, if she will not rattle her after childbirth and whether she will remain as sexy as she is now. In the meantime, fucking my old wives, who also love to fuck and suck. Yes, they all want and love it, pretend only to wont break and seem to be waiting for a tram. And only it will reach to the member, everything, neither behind the ears, nor for other parts of the body you will not drag him away !!!

I tried to briefly but truthfully and intelligibly explain everything, share my joy, after all, even the peasants were bursting with something to boast about.