The gang from school had planned a reunion at Goa.Tisha was working at Bangalore and everyone else was at Mumbai. They were supposed to reach on that ...day but missed their train. So, they could only reach one day later. I felt sorry for her and invited her towards my friends. She came with me and we all had dinner together. After dinner, we all split into different ways. As Tisha was with me, I thought of not going to the pub and instead of spending time with her.We started walking towards the. She has an amazing 36C bust and an ass that always makes me want to grab it whenever she's around. She dresses very modestly, which I am often glad for because I think I would probably go insane with jealousy if I saw too many guys leering at her.I had told her about my fantasy of being dominated and made to eat her out and she was even willing to try. My problem was that each time I wanted to I would get the "post orgasm blues" and suddenly not want to. We would have an amazing love making. But sometimes, you just have to tell the truth, tell things exactly as they are, without holding back, and when all I have to talk about are the bad times then yes, I am sure my life looks absolutely awful. But, it’s not really. Sometimes I wake up and wonder why I am even bothering to get out of bed. I stare at the ceiling and ask myself if it is really worth it. If £5.50 an hour is enough for a job that’s never going to take me anywhere. If I have the mental ability to face another row. Before I knew it Gary had dropped to his knees at the side of the bed and was sucking hard on one of my nipples. Although I couldn’t see I could tell from the way he was moving he was fumbling with his shorts.I knew Gary was playing with himself whilst sucking on my nipples and before I knew it my own hand was inside my pyjama bottoms and I was rubbing my clit hard and fingering my soaking wet pussy. I love rough nipple play and wanted to get of quickly. “Bite me gently” I whispered to Gary. He.