Sarah loved life and lived it to the full. She was full of fun and laughter and everyone loved her. Women loved her, men loved her and the women hated...her that! As for sex, she was passionate, confident and not afraid to experiment.Sarah, if by any chance you read these stories and recognise yourself in them, it would be great if you could get in touch so we could reminisce about the ‘good old days’.Anyway, back to the 1990’s, we had an agreement that we would explore each other’s sexual. “ahhh aaahhhhh unhhhh ooohhhh oooohhhhh haan haaaaai meeeere rajjjjja, maaaaaaar gayye reeee, choooood re choooood. Uiiiiiiii meeeeeeriiiii maaaaa, phaaaaaaat gaaaaaayeeee reeeeee meri chutttttt madhrchod aur jor se mar apni randi mousi ki puchhi koooo.Issa bolte ja rahi thi.lagbhag 15 min.ke bad maine usko kaha mai zarne vala hu to boli mai bhi aa rahi hu.aur ekdam se hum dono ne apna pani chod diya aur shant hoke usee position mai let gaya.thodi der ke bad uske baju mai jake so gaya.karib. I could feel her saliva on my tongue and it was making me harder. I was holding her in my arm and her legs were holding my legs. I slowly took one of my hands in her jacket and then slowly into her T-shirt. I could still remember the moment I put my hands on her boobs it was hard and nipples were erect. I told her that she was a horny girl to which she bit me on my neck and told me that I was a big time player. Now we knew what to do. I opened her jacket T-shirt bra and she was all open in. Surprised she turned herself to look at me. “Good morning, slave” I said.“Good morning, master” she mumbled. “How are you feeling?” I asked.“Good I guess, master” She started thinking about how she got here and slowly the memories of yesterday flooded back. “Really? It doesn’t hurt anywhere?”“Well a little, my right nipple”“My right nipple, Master” I corrected her.“My right nipple, Master” she repeated.I inspected her nipple and found it was indeed still very tender, even with the painkilling.