Iowa, Missouri, Nebraska, Kansas. Close?”“Dead on. How’d you know?”“I’m planning to study Linguistics. I listen to how people talk.” I c...ortled a little. “You laughin’ at my accent?”“It just took me by surprise. I love your accent.”“I could change it if you’d prefer something closer to home,” she said. I was dumbfounded. There was no trace of the Louisiana accent of just a minute ago.“Wait. Are you fooling with me? Where are you really from?”“Really, Louisiana. But I listen to people and can. And after exam we went to cyber cafe again and spent 3 hrs that day I asked her for a kiss 4 which she said no. In the cyber cafe we used to sit on a single chair I spread my legs wide hold her from behind played with boobs for some day……The day came I forced her for the kiss . There was a fest in her college of traditional attire. So she was in a half saree. In the afternoon we met at cyber cafe and were sitting silent for about 20 mins and I asked her a kiss.. She closed her eyes and I. When he dropped his pants, his dick still looked as big as she dreamed it was. She made a mental note to find out its measurements one day. It was unbelievably thick.“God, Frank, where have you been hiding all my life?” she said, staring at the head of his penis.“Waiting for you to come and find me,” he replied. He came to her at the edge of the desk, sliding between her arms and kissing her down onto the desk. Her lips moved perfectly, her tongue not shy and her breathing sounded sexy.She. I found her incredibly attractive. She had long, shiny black hair that she usually kept in a bun, but she occasionally wore it down and when she would absent-mindedly push it behind her ear, she would reveal the cutest elfin ears. I wish I could say that her face would have rivaled Helen of Troy’s, but that would be a gross exaggeration. There was just something about it that drew me in. Her look was both exotic and girl-next-door; if the girl-next-door was Vietnamese. She always greeted me.