He left then and I was kinda angry.So I decided to roam around Goa and then I got a thought, why dont I go out dressed as a girl.I ran back to the roo... and started getting dressed as a girl wearing the makeup, lingerie , the clothes and the shoes.Drove on my rented bike to Varca Beach but the beach was shady so was a bit scared and thus had to come back to Benanulim Beach.While I was walking to the beach, I got a lot of stare of people but damn I was least bothered. I went to a shack and sat. She struggles to get her arms free, but I keep them pinned, as I pound her with full, fast strokes, which causes her large breasts to morph and dance before my lustful eyes. Her initial look of shock and even fear, transforms to the look I am more familiar with … runaway lust. I do have her, one last time. Her moans begin to build, sounding like a the growls of a caged animal. Her hips begin to thrust up hard to meet mine. This woman so loves to fuck!The headboard on the bed begins to rattle as. It was only of her bottom half but I would recognize that body anywhere. The next picture was of her whole body, she was standing in front of the mirror in her bathroom with one leg up on something off camera so I had an unobstructed view of her soaking wet vagina and her large tits. Another pic showed her bent over in front of the same mirror with a great view of her ass and her swollen pussy. There were more photos but they were all pretty much the same thing just different camera angles and. The mate that I had trusted above all others. How could I have been so naive? A friend had recommended that I go to Safehouse. So I set off on my long and lonely journey to find refuge in a strange place with strange people. When I arrived at Safehouse, I felt like a true outsider. Like no one else had been through what I had been through, and I guess in our own way, we were unique in the how’s and the why’s, but we had all been abused in one way or another and that alone put me in the same.