The whole scene is still completely unbelievable to me, really. I sit on my office recliner, moving it gently up to my desk on slightly squeaking wheels as my love of all time backs further up into the desk cavity in front of my knees, looking up at me with a heartfelt - almost a bit naughty - smile. I still have my shirt and belt - and even my jacket - well buttoned, and only my skirt is hiked unnaturally high to allow for my legs to find their place along the inner walls of the desk, on each side of Lana's slender figure.
For a short moment I feel a bit awkward again, but then I have to remind myself that this is exactly what we both want; what we've both been dreaming of for so long. The skirt is still up around my waist, and I suddenly recall all my plans for how I wanted to please he
