’ ‘I couldn’t break down. What would you have done?’ ‘Cried with you.’ He playfully punched me in the arm. ‘She means a lot to me, too.�...�� ‘I know.’ I paused, swallowing back fresh tears. ‘I just … three years, Lance!’ ‘I know, bro, but we’ve weathered worse things.’ He gave my shoulder a squeeze. ‘Can’t we wait for her?’ I nodded, starting to cry again, this time for the hope that I could still have Lacey. ‘Yes, Lance, we can wait.’ We started over that day. Lance and I sat down and decided on a. This was not the attitude she wanted to foster when going to a fun beach party. She huffed and willed the unbidden thoughts to disperse. She calmed her breathing and sat holding the beautifully wrapped bottle of white wine she would give to Casey. She would do her best to enjoy herself this evening. Casey was a character and Rosanna was certain that she and her friend, Leander, would make sure that everyone had a great time. Upon her grandmother’s return to New York, Rosanna had pounced on her. In my circle of male friends, it was regarded as a dirty thing that homosexual men did, or the very worst sluts allowed men to do, but that didn’t stop us thinking that it might be a good thing to try, if we ever found a woman willing to so it.One night after we had finished a really heavy session which ended in me taking her doggy style, having a great view of her tight pink asshole, I decided to broach the subject of anal sex. She was a bit surprised, I could see, and said that she had always. It was situated in the middle of a sprawling compound with many trees and a small Tennis Court. The house was also very big with many rooms and verandhas. When our company was owned by English people this building was used as the residence for the Englishman who was the Chief at that time. Later our company became fully Indian owned.Then onwards this building was not kept in much use. It was variously used as a Training Centre, as guest house, as storage for containers received from Railways,.