Another fellow whose name and agency I never did find out, but screamed hardcore Government such as Secret Service or 'No Such Agency', was attempting...to play mediator between the FBI and DEA but no one was listening to him either. Three lonely looking dogfaced fellows in cheap suits who looked like they might actually work for a living were sitting on a sofa near the window. Obviously these were the local SDPD boys and they were all far too unimportant for the feds to be wasting any time. I would redden in the face every time I made eye contact with one of these individuals. By the time lunch came around I had, had enough. I was determined to put my jacket in my new locker and try and blend in with the other student. As soon as I took off my jacket I began to regret my decision, but was determined not to be the source of laughter any more today. As I walked into the lunch room with lunch in had I noticed that it was packed full, and not being a brave souls I went back out into. Nobody paid any attention to me. Even when I went topless on the beach.My third day, I met an American couple about my age named Sidney and Rachel. They were Wall Street types, nouveau riche New Yorkers, ostentatiously ordering the most expensive item on the menu beneath the arbor of grapevines at the little sidewalk café where we ate lunch together. They were pleasant people and I was lonely and I needed friends. They liked me because I was like a rare species of bug, a counter-culture,. Her body moved in rhythm with mine as we made love this way for several minutes. Karen’s hips gyrated as I moved in and out of her more forcefully. Her movements grew stronger and more erratic as another orgasm built within her. When I held deep inside her and rubbed the base of my cock against her pearl, Karen cried out as the first wave hit her. I alternated thrusting and grinding, driving myself to climax soon after her. My cum shot in thick jets inside her as the final throes of her orgasm.