I am 22-year-old guy with fair complexion and height of 5 feet 9 inches. This is the story of how my girlfriend’s best friend and me made out during...our trip to Goa.My final year exams had just got over and it was pre planned that me my gf, her and mine best friend and a mutual friend of ours will go to Goa for a holiday. My gf’s name is Ananya while gff name is Riya. Riya was quite healthy with firm bust size of 36D. I had always been fond of her since the time I was with my gf. She was of. “Oh and when Aunt Kalista comes over to see her Half-Nieces and Nephews, we will need a room for her to stay in, won’t we?” I said specifically for K to hear.That perked up Kalista as she said, “Oh, which room will be mine?”“The one all the way down the hall, Super-K,” I said.“Yeah, Kalista – you will need to be out of earshot of our room,” Claire said, causing me to blush and Kalista to giggle.“I was only kidding about getting my own room,” K said, but excited, nonetheless.“You will be our. He slipped the point of the knife under the joint between the cups of her bra, the serrated back edge scraping the delicate skin between her breasts. Anne held her breath, frightened that he would stab her accidentally with the movement of her chest.With a deft flick of his wrist, the blade cut through the thin material, her breasts sprang apart, no longer held in place. He pulled the strap up where it disappeared over her shoulder; he cut it and did the same to the other strap and threw away. . “So ... you’re not from here. Are you from Europe?”“If, by Europe, you mean the landmass morning ward, across the big water, No.” They said, “I am not from here.”It was then that I noticed a separate intonation ... they were in harmony.“Where are you... ?” I started but stopped when their joined hands were raised.“There.” They said, “I am from there.”I realized I couldn’t focus on their separate joined hands. There was only one. It was blurry but I could see just one ... two wrists ... one.