Alana was a beautiful, slight 5 foot tall sweetheart of a girl with green eyes. She looked like a young Jennifer Connolly.. I couldn't stop thinking a...bout her. She is the reason novels are written, wars are waged, countries trade secrets, etc. What got me when I found out was, she came on to other friends and no one had the guts or experience to handle her. Fortunately, I was beyond my years and my cock had a mind of its own. Don't let anyone tell you guys have control over it. Sometimes bu not. "Is it bad?" I asked."Mmm... No, it's not too bad, but I feel full. Give me a couple of seconds to get used to it, okay?" she asked, hugging me close. I waited until I felt her begin to move her hips against me. Taking that as a signal that she was ready to go on, I began stroking in and out of her, taking it slow in case she wanted me to stop."Faster, it's starting to feel good," she told me. When she told me that, I began moving in and out of her a little faster, picking up speed with each. After cursing himself for making a mess, and then cursing some more while he cleaned it up, Mike went back to his room to throw on a pair of jeans so he could greet the mystery chef in his kitchen.“HEY! Who the Hell is in my God-damned kitchen? And why the Hell did you let me sleep in and miss work?” he shouted.He was greeted by the sight of a curly-haired blonde woman wearing a pink pajama bottom and one of his old t-shirts working his stove with the efficiency of a line chef at a fancy. Looking over at me she could see the gleam in my eyes and knew shhe would be in for a long day. The only disappointment at work was that I wouldn't be able to see her face everytime she came. We had been there for about an hour when I hit the button the first time as I stood up to look over the cubicles to see her getting up and almost running for the bathroom. In less than 10 minutes I got an e-mail telling me she came while locked in a stal in the bathroom. At out 10 o'clock break we both.