In these emails, I got a mail from a familiar name. The name was Anjali. I thought she would be my friend Anjali but there was less than 1% chance. An...ali was fair toned and 5ft 3in tall. She had sexy curves to die for. Her ass is big and boobs were very eye-catching.On seeing her, any man would want to grab her right there and molest her boobs and ass and fuck her. She had curly hairs and wore shorts and t-shirts most of the time. Anyways I started emailing her and after some time, she asked. "After we ate and had talked and held hands for a while, Danny and Ray decided to head home. I volunteered to take Steff back to her hotel. She kept trying to convince me that we should go out and do something. My phone rang to end that part of the conversation.After a couple of yeps and some head nodding I hung up."Let me guess," said Steff. "That was Bitchie-poo, right?" Yes ma'am," I said. "I'll see you two later," I said to Ray and Danny."Uhm, we could take her back to her hotel,". I talked to several people, but somehow it was always Emma I ended up talking with.In a group of clever people, Emma stood out as clever. When she wanted to be a modern bluestocking –conversation about econometrics, baggy clothes, metal rimmed glasses with small circular lenses - she could be. But there was also something sensual about her. She had an attractive face without trying to be attractive, and a shape that most heterosexual men think feminine: curves full breasts and a bottom you. But, it never goes in and soon her loses his interest.He then continues sucking her boobs and she tries to give him a hand-job. But, obviously that is not sufficient. He said, he even tried sucking her clit. But, nothing seems to be in synch. We both got the problem as we both were there before. I then suggested that they should actually enjoy it a bit more. Why is the need to undress in a hurry when he knows that no one is going to take a share in the pie. It would be more appropriate to first.