She looked up and saw Brett sitting there. There was no one elsein the carriage as far as Susan was concerned, just Brett.He was speaking and it final...y got through to her what he wassaying.He was so sorry. He had had an emergency at the hospital. He hadto go and save a young life, it wasn't fair to wake her, hedidn't finish the operation until 7 o'clock. He ordered the roseand a message to be put on the bed before she had woken up, butthe message was wrong. He had wanted her to stay there and. Lucky for me, he was both persistent and gentle, and I had the best sexual experience I've ever had. So no matter what else happens, I know I can be happy."Then Steve did something else wonderful for me. I'd been lusting after Camile as well, and feeling guilty about it, both because I didn't know if she liked girls, and because I was so confused about my sexuality. Steve helped me there, too, by accepting the idea that I might want to have sex only with women, or with both, or only with men. I. She plunked down an extra $300 and told him,"I'll take that as well."There was no paperwork and no questions. She didn't figure there would be in Nevada. She stashed the gun with a loaded magazine inserted in her side pocket where it hung heavy and reassuringly on her hip hidden from view. Not exactly legal because she had no "carry permit" but that would only be enforced if she stupidly tried to pass through a metal detector or was forced to discharge it in public and unable to beat a fast. My first story was Girlfriends BFF. I had written how I had fucked my girlfriend’s best friend in the train on our way to Goa. This story continues that part but altogether in a new category.We reached Thivim station and hired a cab to our hotel. We checked in the hotel at afternoon time and I had lunch and got freshened up being the first day in Goa and we had decided to just go to a beach and have a good time over there. The fucking in train with Riya was still fresh in my mind plus the.