So one night we were at our friends place, and we completed 2 bottles of vodka and were high, I lit a cig and passed it to my friend, cherry was not i... her senses and her cleavage was visible clearly, I got horny and started touching her hips and seducing her, she also got horny and signalled me to come into room, I lifted her up bid goodnight to my friend and went into one of the rooms, as soon as I entered she removed her clothes and started kissing me, I also started kissing her and. As expected, however, my Mistress was maintaining an impenetrable veil of secrecy, refusing to disclose any more than the most basic information about our antics, especially when pushed as to the extent of my prowess between the sheets. Even so, the reputation of ‘Mr. Big’ – for such was the nickname that the girls had unknowingly bestowed on me – was causing something of a stir around the water-cooler, and Aubrey would often entertain me during late-shifts by filling me in on the latest. My last visit had been four years ago and she had been a young, slender tomboy with naturally curly, reddish brown, shoulder length hair tied into a ponytail. Her hips and breasts were now beginning to fill out, and she had long, shapely, athletic legs, huge brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed and the longest, thickest eyelashes I'd ever seen. Damn, what a difference four years had made.I heard her whimpering in her sleep and knew she was likely having an alcohol-fueled nightmare. I. Bachchu’s fingers could now freely move above my elbows, right upto my shoulder joints and arm pits. He was saying that my hands were too soft and massaged them with greater strength and energy. I was having increased blood circulation and wanted him to continue the massage in this manly way. He then rubbed my shoulders and uncovered my pallu to the extent that he could completely massage the upper area of my back. He asked me how I was feeling.I admitted that the massage was bringing great.