Otherwise, keep going, even if I struggle, okay? I nodded soberly. Part of me wondered if I would be able to keep going. Part of me wondered what it w...uld mean if I enjoyed her struggles. She paused for a second, and then leaned towards me, and kissed me aggressively. My tongue found hers, and our bodies melted together. Where our skin met, I felt like I was on fire. I cupped her face, holding it close to mine. As our kiss deepened, my hands began to wander over her body. This is what I had. On the first day, I got a friend suggestion on Facebook. It was a girl, not a glamorous beauty but a simple yet elegant one. Her eyes were pretty and I fell for them. Her name was Komal. First I was hesitant but then suddenly I sent her a friend request.Then I slept over and forgot about the friend request. While checking my Facebook account again at night, I saw that the request was accepted and then a message –She: Hi there.Me: Hello.She: So, you know me?Me: Think so..She: Really?Me:. Once June came along, so did the tourists and our restaurant was always busy, usually with horny male tourists who would compliment me on my looks and some even grabbed my ass while I was waiting their tables, discretely so their wives would not see. This all made me feel great about myself and I was sure I made the right choice. Thanks to hormones, my already chubby breasts had grown to a B-cup, and sometimes I wore a bra with a little extra padding to enhance my cleavage, sometimes I went. I could see that Georgina was having a fine time. It occurred to me that a command to snap out of it at this point might have had some interesting results, but better not. I’d let her finish. From the sound of her breathing and the frantic way she was wriggling as she bounced, I’d say that she would soon be having her climax. Georgina bit down hard on her hand to stop herself screaming. She could feel herself coming, but didn’t dare yell in case someone came in to see what was happening. Then.