"Ohhh…" Melanie moaned out her reply."Tell me what you want Melanie… tell me what you want me to do to you," he growled."Oh God, Carl, I need you ...o fuck me! I need you to fuck me hard and deep! I need to feel you inside me, please!" Melanie cried. Carl's hand found her eager hungry pussy and his fingers dipped into the warm, wet hole. He began sliding them in and out of her, dragging them across her throbbing swollen clit. Melanie spread her legs wide, raising her hips and twisting towards him. She said she likes slow. I pointed out, judging from the animalist urges displayed only moments earlier, that slow might not be possible unless she allowed me total control. “Could you be trusted with such control?” she wondered. “To create pleasure… implicitly,” I said. She vowed to not speak another word unless commanded. For desert we had Baileys over ice in, save for it’s tinkling, complete silence. There was a scintillating heat in the air between us. Occasionally she would stir her. My best friend is gay. As soon as he came out I had these mixedfeelings, nothing to do with him being gay, but that, wow, I hadn't even really thought about it before but maybe that's something I should try! So I discussed it with him over a drunken conversation, and we bothagreed that, in reality I didn't actually fancy him (which I didn't and don't - in fact, I don't fancy any men, at all), rather it was the thought of doing something out of the ordinary, against the grain, against my own. The unexpected moment came their way when one-night, Siddharth woke up and found that he forgot to fill his water bottle before he went to sleep.He groaned in disbelief, thinking he now has to go all the way to the kitchen. As he got himself a water bottle out of the fridge, he heard footsteps behind him. He was startled for a quick moment, wondering whether a thief got into the house. He turned around reflexively only to find Madhu standing behind him.“Oh, my God! You scared me!” he said to.