Sand, dust, and more sand, that’s what awaited him. He’d never been this far from the oasis, and knew that any water was days away…unless he tur...ed back. Others had done so. It would only be a year till he had the chance to go again. Only a year. A year of sideways glances, and whispered jokes. After his strong words, his boasts, he could not go back. No, postponement was not an option. He would not learn anymore to prepare him for this journey in that time, and if he gave in now to his fear,. I decided I would go to this party because I hadn’t seen her in a long time. In a short half hour, I reached the party house, fashionably early according to Delhi standards, showing up around 10:30 pm. I rung the doorbell and the cute host opened the door, “Ah! You must be Neil. Natasha has been talking all night about you! I am Manas, welcome to my house.”I entered the party and it was full of drunk people. My friend Natasha introduced me to everyone. As I tried to remember the names, the. .. my panties and my pussy!” She kissed him on the cheek and we headed out the door.In the car she started the conversation.. “I like it” she said “I really like it.” “Was it what you thought it would be?” she asked . “Not at all... I said...there really aren't words to describe what I felt. I felt lust... jealousy... anger... and heaven.” “Do you want to do it again?” her next question “I think so... But I do think we need to create some guidelines on how we do this but I do want this. “So long, sucker - thanks for the orgasm. Perhaps we'll both fuck you next time”.Years later - March 2019 - ShoppingAnnie is spending the weekend with her k** sister Amy looking for some vanilla sex, trying to put the breakup with slut and temporary loss of sass behind her.They have gone clothes shopping at Westquay, Southampton and found themselves outside the Ann Summers shop, watching the gorgeous black shop assistant, Sue, dressing a mannequin in the window display.Unlike most of the hard,.