I am really grateful to all my readers. This time I have brought the story of a male friend of mine. The story is true but names and other particulars...have been changed and i have narrated the story in the words of my friend himself. Hope you enjoy this story. Write to me if you like it. Here is the actual story.Dosto mera naam bilas chand hai, (bc for short. B stands for behan and c stands for chod, yani ki bc means behanchod) meri umar 26 saal ki hai. Main mba pass hoon, mera kad 6 feet aur. Disillusion is a killer in my job and claims more victims than anything else. I knew I was feeling it too. I glanced up as Alex left the common room, a swish of skirt and she was gone, out of my life forever, a fantasy for the lonely nights and nothing more. I think I may have sighed out loud before I forced myself back to my marking. Two more hours and I would have a little space to do the serious thinking I knew I needed. I drove over to my dad’s once the school day was over, stopping at a. But…this short back and forth, his expressions and my verbal responses were in a playful mode. So my antenna never went up in defense so to speak.Ok…we were settled in and I wanted to go to the beach, have a cocktail, unwind a bit from ten hours of total travel time.“I don’t know what you want to do, but I am going to relax on the beach” I said more to myself than Mark.I grabbed my suit, hesitated when the skimpiness of it hit me, then told myself what the hell and went into the bathroom to. . would you look that those beautiful big breasts ... and their long dark nipples surrounded by their equally dark areola” I thought to myself.“Ok ... let’s get started” Lisa said indicating for me to climb up onto the bed. I was to lay across the bed with my head in her lap. I was going to start with her left breast before alternating quickly between them.She rubbed her nipple across my lips for a moment before I opened my lips and took it in. I gave it a couple of licks before I started to.