Gradually, things were becoming normal. I started to focus on my work and bitter memories had faded with time. Me and Anita used to hang out sometimes... I had no bad intentions towards Anita.By the way, let me describe her. She has a dusky color skin and a fit body. Her big boobs added to her beauty. I always get attracted towards girls with big melons. A few times while roaming in the bike, her boobs had crushed on my back. She always used to wear a sleeveless top. Slowly, I started finding her. I didn’t seek out any guys when partying though (I wouldn’t know how to anyway) and it was still the girls I was after, though I was constantly on the lookout for Truffle Boy. On the Saturday night I wanted to see Chase & Status, that tent was rammed. I pushed through as far as I could but gave up at the point when riot shields would be required to make any more progress forward! You can sometimes get a bit of animosity from people when pushing forward and invading their space, but this lot. The red bull was doing its job and making me alert, but the vodka wasdoing its job and keeping me uncoordinated without inhibitions....a verydangerous combination. I went to back to my room and lay on my bed while the room spun. Myhair was in my face and no matter how I turned my head it always got inthe way. My boobs would fall from side to side as I rolled, and mycrotch was damp. I really do not understand girls at all, I thought. Iam drunk as can be, not trying to be aroused, and my body. After she was as sleep, i removed my towel and started to stroke my penis. Hearing the noise she woke and asked me what i was doing. I told her that i was doing the exercise. She then came near me and said that she help me in doing it. I told ok and said that grandma helped me in the noon and now she is helping me.she laughed at it. She took my penis in her hands and started to stroke. I was in hard pain as my penis was dry. I told her since it is dry it was paining more. Then she said she will.