Sangeeta – 31 years, 5.5 height, straight nose, wheatish fair, 33B-25-33, expressive eyes, lips with thin corner, a finance manager in a NBFC.Rajeev... – 5.7 height, dusky man of 34 years age, having his own portfolio management start-up with about 24 people working under him. Rajeev: Oh Sangeeta, what a surprise.Sangeeta: Ya, strange to find you here.Rajeev: I am going to Lonavla, what about you?Sangeeta: Oh, don’t tell me for NPA conference at Shereton.Rajeev: Well yes, what a coincidence. What. Discomfort. I’m told the first time for a girl can be ... painful.”I blinked. He thought me a virgin? Did he not know Sven plucked my cherry years ago?“No, that’s not it,” I said, fidgeting. I couldn’t believe it. I was going to do this. When did I become such a depraved hussy. Just looking at his face surged hot anger through me. I wanted to rip out his throat.And couldn’t.So instead I moved around his table, that hot anger feeding another emotion. My pussy grew hotter beneath my blue skirts.. Our friend sat with us this time too. She was a tall brunet good sized tit which had decent shape for having a c***d. The theme was much the same with the rest of her too, soft stomach, long legs, and of which would tone up quickly if she had time for the gym. I could tell she was out of place she admitted she never wore a two piece before having borrowed this one from someone. That left her greatest fault, she was timid. Too self conscious of her unfamiliar swimwear, a slight hunch in her. I try to take the attitude that if things don’t work out, I want to make the most of the time I have with people. I try to make the best memories and live in the moment. When I found out that Carl was dying, it was another of those bonds falling away. Bonds break. It’s the nature of things. Nothing lasts forever. All I can do is treat it as precious while it’s mine to hold.”I went back to my fries and let them consider that.“That’s why you said you’re used to losing people?” Lana asked and I.