And when I reflected on Tabatha’s reaction, it occurred to me that she had betrayed the faintest hint of being impressed. By this stage, too many e...mbarrassing things had passed between us for me to care what she thought any more. I pretended nothing had happened and sort of forgot about it. I should point out that, while this story focuses on incidents between Tabatha and me, we both had other love interests during this time. As I went to an all boys’ school, meeting girls was not that. BecauseAj raat ko hosh ki hai zarurat hai kahaAaj sharm se koi kehde na aaye yahaaChoone se tere oo janeman hota hai junoon deewana pan, nashaa…Rajveer’s hands were moving all through my thighs and sometimes it would slightly touch my pussy but again he would draw his hands back from my pussy. My pussy was very much wet by now. My hands were on his cock. I unhooked his jeans controlling my legs on accelerator. It was mid of the highway I felt I took control of steering and took the car on. The huge satisfaction that it gave me is something that I’ll never ever forget, and maybe never experience again to this level of intensity. This is ultimately what turned me on the most. It’s hard to describe but it was certainly more psychological than it was physical. One day, he invited me to his holiday cottage in Cornwall. He gave me very detailed and explicit instructions for me to follow, to the letter. I loved this so much, the power all in his hands and me obeying completely. I felt. But we didn’t induce an orgy or bring strangers back to our bed for naked flirtations. We drove home after midnight, feeling loose and good, laughing about the party. Neither of us had to find a way to propose it — we knew we were going to fuck. No romance, but there was romance in that. We didn’t even make it to the bed. Her lips were on mine as the key went into the lock, and the front door closed again with a bang as I pushed her against it, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other the.