' He felt a stirring in his groin. *************** That evening, when Nikki looked into his office she saw Jacob sitting in a pool of light in front o...f his computer monitor. Jacob looked up, his eyes meeting with hers. What she saw in his eyes he didn't know, but what he saw in hers, was deadly lustfulness. There was still softness, but the hard desire was electric. "Close the door," he said. "And lock it." She eased the heavy oak door shut and leaned against it. Reaching blindly behind her. Any timeone was there, the other was close. Of course there hadbeen friendly speculation that they were gay, but theywere circumspect and the speculation was just to passtime on the tour. If they had been older no one wouldhave thought about it at all.Or maybe they would. The couple made a lovely contrast.One was an administrator from my school, fair, withblown-dry, gray-blond hair. No, not fair, but pale.Creamy, English pale. And funny. She had an unlimitedsupply of jokes, could spout. The svelte, tr?s chic, A-cup urbanparty girls hated her, period. I expected that, even relished it.After all, I was making my honey over for me, not them. Not every mangave her an approving once-over, either. Most of those were withtheir wives or girlfriends. The men who did pay attention - eitherunburdened with a mate's disapproval or undeterred by it - castfrequent, surreptitious glances our way or just stared, mouth agape.You could have re-built Noah's Ark with all the freshly-raised. Desai, my first time etc. You know here in pakistan these types of activities are very rare or if any, they are hidden, and nobody wants to share it. Because most of women/girls are afraid to tell because of their name and prestige. Anyway but i am here to telling you the best of mine.It was a time when i study in university. Oh:oh:oh : i must tell you here that i am very good at speech and i was the president of my student forum but i am was good at study that’s why my teachers always love me.