She would always tease me by wearing short skirts that would show off her ass every time she bent over.After working together for a few months we kiss...ed a couple of times and nothing more had ever happened. Young and innocent I suppose.One day I walked into work to find someone new. A short, red haired girl. She had slightly more curves than Steph but all in the right places. Her ass just begged to be spanked and tits you could get lost in. Immediately I was smitten. As it turned out she was. “I’ll do that only for you”, I replied. She was overjoyed. “Well, Sugantha you seem to be drenched. Lets go for a coffee”, I requested. “Sure, lets go”, she replied. We drove to Barista, which is close to juhu. I ordered for two coffees and we settled down with our cups.“Do you stay alone”, I inquired. “Yes” was her short but naughty reply. I was a bit surprised by her naughty smile. “Is staying lonely not in”, she asked. “Well it is”, I replied. I asked her if she was getting married.She. Because his picture was on a notice board I found in your office.”I think he expected as much.“I don’t know...” he whispered.“Muhammed, not the prophet, blessings and peace be upon him, killed a London Underground employee. Mr. Rajesh Areef, who was also a muslim, by the way, acted heroically by pulling Muhammed, not the prophet, into his ticket booth. There the bomb went off, killing Rajesh and injuring his co-worker whose name I don’t have here. He was Jewish, so you’ll like that part. Mr.. " Well, it is, Brian, it is," as she swung a leg over me and sat down on my thighs then leaned forward over me, her beautiful breasts pressed hard against my chest, and began french-kissing me as she rubbed her wetness all over my crotch and abdomen.She raised up and whispered, "I think we need to go up to my bedroom now, Brian, would you like to do that?" and she got up, took my hand and pulled me up and we walked into her house, up the stairs and into her bedroom.She turned to me, took me in.