. . . . ooohhhhh tumhain bhi maza aa raha hai kya haan bahut maza aa raha hai mujhe bhi . . . Jiya kya aaj hum bhi suhag raat manain please na mat ker...a aur dekhna bahut maza aai ga please haan ker do please meri khatir . . . . Nahi nahi Sarim mujhe dar legta hai aur dard hoga mujhe finger se itna dard hua ke mujhe sara din sukoon nahi mila aur tum jab ye ander dalo ge tab mera kya ho ga nahi bas aisa hi kerte hain aur suhag raat nahi manate aahh please maza aa raha hai kerte raho kerte rahoo. Her soft full lips open and I see the urgency burning in her light blue eyes, an eagerness and nervousness but an absolutely firm determination to have her needs satisfied right then and there.As her lips meet mine I become fully erect and practically levitate off of my chair. Lips locked together my arms reach out to her lower back but quickly slip down over her firm ass which I can easily feel through the thin cotton dress. Her moans into my lips tell me she enjoys the feeling of me holding. I went over to Brad's desk to borrow a pencil and to talk for a minute. Brad was my best friend at work, along with Mr. Barkly's secretary Karen. We spent allot of time together at work, lunch, and sometimes after hours at the local bar. It would be hard to leave them. They both knew of my intention to leave the job and were supportive of me. I walked into Brad's cube and sat down."Hey Brad" I started. "Got an extra pencil?"Brad turned and grabbed a pencil from his center drawer. Spinning in. She'd sit with her legs crossed watching the tv, so as to let me see her upper legs, or she'd put her newly washed undies over my radiator to dry. Or sometimes let me see up her skirt as she went up the stairs.Anyway, it was after her boyfriend had gone back early to college that I finally had my chance. Or, to be brutally honest, I guess she let me know that I could have her. I remember well that it was Janaury 8th - Mum and Dad were out, and Bethany had gone back to her Mum's house - and.