"Thank you for not dying..." She was crying. I wanted to comfort her and lifted my right arm to pull her in for a hug. When Catherine felt my arm go a...ound her, she surrendered to my wish and laid across my chest, crying like a baby. I held her for a long time, while she let it all out.I discovered I liked feeling her in my arms, even if she was crying. Her body felt strong and vulnerable at the same time. As she cried on my chest, I could feel her strong muscles and wet tearsWhen it was over,. He also had some Cornish pasties, which we thought would do very well for our lunch.“Two pasties as well, please.”“Do you want sweet or savoury?”That floored us! I’d always assumed that a Cornish Pasty was the local equivalent of a pork pie but with some vegetable to make the meat go further, all protected in a pastry case to keep it intact as you made your way down the tin mine or carried your smuggled kegs of brandy up the cliffs to escape the waiting Excisemen.(I know, I read far too many. We finished dinner nearby and caught a local to go to my room. We had a few kisses and touches in the train till we reached our place. I even touched her pussy over her panty when she said she was wet down there.It was Magical ?We reached our place in Andheri, where I stay in a flat. I told her to be comfortable and have her way!She said I’ll sure have my way today. I was laughing slyly.We then started kissing in the hall passionately moving towards the table. I made her sit on the table, held. "Morning cock breath" her brother John joked back "why you so happy this morning?"John was 13 and full of himself, but Tamara liked him a lot and they got on very well. They had the same sense of humour and enjoyed teasing each other. John was fairly tall for his age, already towering over his older sister. He played sports so was growing strong quickly and had caught the attention of several local girls."Heading into town in a bit with some friends to do some shopping, i cant wait!" she.