Nothing beats the smell of fresh roasted coffee beans.One day I was in the market just smelling the coffee and feeling the warmth, and she walked by. ...he wore a yellow bikini, with a blue kanga wrapped like a skirt around her waist. Her curly brown hair fell just below her shoulders.She was slim, but not girlish. I think she was in her late twenties; she always lied to me about her age, and her mother never told me the truth.Brazilian women all seem to have beautiful bottoms.But her eyes were. I love an erotic game and the people I involve usually approve; Mr Gallows is no exception. I figured that a new game – one tailored especially for him – was a sure bet to curry favour.All this happened last month. Mr Gallows and I always time our meetings so that we can come and go undetected, but that makes it difficult when I share a room with Rupali; more so these days when we share a single bed. As a result, it had been a fortnight since we had last met and our texts to each other were. We have done our engineering in One of the reputed Govt. College in AP which is residential campus. I remember that day for my whole life. we were in our B.Tech final year.only 3 months left in my B.tech life. So one fine day my class mates planned photo shoot with whole class so we were informed to dress well and attend the photo shoot. It was scheduled at 6PM. In my college we have night classes since its residential campus. Everyone attended photo shoot and it was going well.Reshma was in. As she saw me waking up, she sighed in relief, and started tohelp me up, which I needed. I was used to a much different center ofgravity, and between losing what I guessed to be about 5 inches ofheight plus growing breasts, I was all out of whack. "Are you alright"she asked."Yeah, but I think I just had my first orgasm," I said, and my hand flewto my mouth. My voice...it was my voice, the voice on the inside, how Ithought it'd sound. Kiki saw my reaction, and smiled."Oh, Sandy. You sound.