She glanced swiftly at metrying to comprehend why I would stop just when she wason the verge of an earth shattering orgasm. I thenproceeded to lift he... ass up off my desk, twisted hergorgeous figure around so that she was bending over mydesk, pointing her magnificent ass in my direction.Ripping off her mini I thrust my hardened prick up intoher tight velvety cunt. Brooke’s sudden gasps and criesat the sudden assault on her wet pussy reverberatedaround my office, increasing the chances. .and lets skip over the part about Romeo and Juliet both dying at the end, this is erotica for god sake, not bloody les miserables.Our story starts, as said before, in America. In a small diner called Big Joes, or Big Johns or big something with a J, the name isn’t important to the story. Paul was sitting down to a full breakfast: 3 eggs, 5 rashers of bacon, some grits and 2 slices of toast. The eggs were sunny side up and the bacon was just crspy enough to give a crunch without tasting. Some of us stayed out and went to a smoke spot further down where we were met by several older friends. Among them was Aaron, the older brother of one of my friends. Aaron was in his twenties, tall, seemed in quite good shape and always seemed to be the voice of reason in his group; I had spoken to him several times before so it wasn't long before we were the only two left sitting on the mound while he finished off a smoke. He was fully aware of my “situation” and didn't make a big deal of it. . Alok right?" he asked me knowingly. Ididn't know what to do - this could prove to be a real embarrassmentfor everyone. "Yes," I whispered apprehensively, "But look..." Shaliniwore an expression of half-amazement half-smile as Vikram assured me,"No no no... Don't worry, we won't tell anyone. We just want to meetthe couple like everyone else. You see, my sister saw our yearbookwhen I was in the third year, and I told her about how everyone hadmade Alok dress like a girl for his class photo. She.