One Friday evening, I was working in lab and I invited her to workon the assignment together. We were the only ones there, and as itgot late we become...distractions to one another. She was sittingvery close next to me and I thought, the hell with it, and liftedher up onto my lap. This broke considerable ice. The obviousattraction was made explicit, and with the tension eased, werelaxed and wondered what next as we kissed and continued to makea token effort with the school work before us. Finally. .inkaa aagaleney amma…ummmDulaAmma: ni moddani pattukoni uputunnaDulaAmma: na muddula koduku modd antuKasiKoduku: ventaney naa moddanu baga gudavavey….bagaa ne istam vachinatlu….neeku thrupthi vachey varaku…bagaa cheeku…na modda neekosamey puttindhey ….na ammanu sukapettadnaikey puttindhi na moddaDulaAmma: noru terichi pettesukunna ni moddaniDulaAmma: cheekestunna aabagaaaDulaAmma: chetto nimurtu cheekutunnaKasiKoduku: umm…abba…na moddaku em chesthey nachuthundho ahdi neeku matramey telusey. That cheered me up a little. I went to work and I felt all deliciously naughty at the office all morning, in fishnets and mini. Did any of my coworkers sense that I was pantiless? Dave stopped by my desk at 11:00 a.m. and whisked me off in his car back to his place. I hadn’t noticed, until I tugged his belt open, that he had button fly jeans on. He knows I love the sweet sexy pop-pop-pop as I rip open his jeans to get to the thick hardness my mouth almost constantly craves. “Is that my. Is everything okay?”Estrellita’s face appeared with a blue sky in the background, the image bobbing a bit like she was talking on her phone as she walked.“Ita, where are you? Are your parents near? I need to talk to them too.” Cam said, waving at the young girl.“Si, Cammie, we are going to lunch at my Tia’s restaurant. What is wrong, Cammie, why do you need my papa?”“Ita, this is very important. I will explain everything, I promise, but it is about the slavers, baby girl.” Estrellita looked.