Her latest boyfriend was a rebel. Figures she’d go for that bad guy image. Actually, Ron was okay, just had a tough upbringing. He was thoughtful of...her and had made birthday dinner reservations for just the two of them at an upscale restaurant. She told me he had also booked a little hotel room for later, and they had made plans for this to be her big eighteenth birthday celebration night. I finally caught up to her the next evening, and she couldn't wait to tell me everything in extreme. CC. It all came flooding back to me. That fucking asshole tried raping my friend.“Sis, how’s CC doing?” I asked with concern in my voice.“She’s still sleeping, Bro. It took her quite a while to fall asleep last night; she kept crying out. You really saved her from that asshole, Davey. I’m really proud of you. You busted that mother fuckers nose right good and knocked him the fuck out, Baby! You are so getting lucky as soon as we are alone!” she said quietly with a glint of horniness in her. Let me tell you a true story about my first sex encounter.One day, I was going to my college in bus, bus bheed se bhari thi. There was hardly any space to stand, I some how managed to get in, I was standing near to a 32yrs old beautiful lady, and she was of 5ft small height. Suddenly the bus driver applied brakes and my body weight us aurat par jagira. As she was very beautiful my Lund was in an arousal mood, so she felt my Lund on her gand (buttocks).Usse takrane ke baad meine jaana ke kya. Even for "Copa" there were layers of worse and worser; the master of evil mornings was 'Her name was Lola'. Not even a complete lyric, it made the hour seem endless and had me wishing to be an old white haired man that disliked work holidays because it separated him from the comfort of routine.On the fifth morning of the nineteenth month, I had a master "Copacabana" morning; I had introduced Lola several hundred times when the train made the next to last stop. I noticed it, hoping it would stop.