People of all nations were milling about on the square - Romans,Venetians, Greeks, Egyptians, Moors, Turks, Persians - moving from stallto stall, merh...ant to merchant.The largest crowd had gathered around the bottom end of the square,though. There a wide wooden podium had been set up, around which a thickthrong of people were shouting out their offers. A squad of legionaireswas standing around the podium, but not to keep the people away, no.Instead to prevent people on the podium from getting. ”I pushed hard and the door swung way open and bounced back almost closing again. “Guess I didn’t need to push so hard.” Berta grinned at me. I was amazed, now she was cooler than I was, or at least appeared to be.We did this again. I just pushed the door open slowly keeping hidden. Before it was all the way open Berta showed the hat and then pulled it back. No gun fire. I was on the floor and used my rifle to finish opening the door. Again, Berta showed the hat. The towel around the broom. But what if she get hurted,how will I approach her this weird thought?I loved to listen compliments about her firm boobs by my friends, She was 33C-28-34 with long hair about 1metre she was the sex goddess in our class,we used to fulfill our lust after the school,in the last bench of our class, not everyday only Saturdays,when there will be practical classes and all will go out we do something then we join the rest,there was some backbenchers also in our class around 7 of them,they were too. She was also worried that Pranay did not know that Kiran knew and wanted him to fuck her. Kiran had chosen her wardrobe for the trip and as expected, he did not choose a single bit of clothing which would cover her. It seemed like he wanted to show the whole of Goa what he had. At the cottage Sheetal was shocked to find that it was nothing more than one room on stilts. The toilet was outside cottage. There was no privacy whatsoever. Not even to change her clothes. She pointed this out to Kiran.