As the water shoaled the fishing improved. Fishing on the edge of the continental shelf at about 400 feet produced a fish the fed us for the rest of t...e sail. A 33 inch (about 7lb 8oz) coral trout. Baked, deep fried, grilled, steamed ... no matter. The fish was mild, sweet, moist firm, white with a few easily removed large bones. Served with the canned or frozen vegetables, rice, quinoa or potatoes ... we had run out of fresh weeks ago ... the fish was a welcome change from the Argentine tinned. My name is Nidhi. I am 25 years old. I work in an MNC and am about to get married to a handsome man soon. I am originally from Delhi, but settled in Mumbai. This is my experience with a very good friend of mine, Sameer. I did my schooling in Delhi and we moved to Mumbai since my father got a better job here. I was new to this city and didn’t have many friends. Here, I befriended Sameer. He was in my college and used to stay in my residential complex too. We used to go to college and come back. Let alone that, as I listened to the noises in my house, my entire family were home. Getting Ashley out of the house unseen was going to be difficult, and we had to do it fast or her parents may worry. Not to mention I was lucky none had come into my room, let alone that, someone could come into my room any minute. Ashley was up and about trying to find her phone in my room, presumably to call her parents and say some lie about being late. Why do we always fall fucking asleep after? Its so. When I finally slid inside her it was so intimate, physically and emotionally. Moving together, pushing deeper inside with long, slow strokes, our breathing joined in rhythm, I watched her face as she reached behind me and grabbed my hips, pulling me into her as she was swept into a long, slow intense orgasm. My mind was leaping between being so incredibly in the moment and flashing on images of what it would look like if Bob were in my place and I were standing in the corner watching. I.