There was no reason why they couldn’t be friends. Once she had that straight in her mind, she returned her attention to her work and pushed Michael ...ut of her head. Friday was ages away and she had too much work to be worrying about a silly meal. * * * Her car was back on the road by Friday night, which gave her a cast iron reason not to drink any alcohol. By the time she pulled up outside Michael’s house, her nerve was on the verge of deserting her. A sudden heated memory of him touching her. She retrieves your clothes from the floor and begins to step into them, running the silk of your blouse between her fingers, smoothing the skirt over the front of her thighs. You're a head taller than she, and two dress sizes larger. Her lean, tight body swims in your clothes, but with her jacket over them, she looks almost stylish.You try your best to squeeze into her bra, but it's ridiculously futile. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head."It'll never fit, Blair. Leave it."Her blouse fits. Please don’t. I don’t know what to say,”“Common Sarah! Don’t you want to see me riding dicks and then ride along with me? Don’t you want to suck a dick along with me and then force me to take it deep in my throat? Don’t you want me to lick your pussy while someone is banging it?” Ashley was saying all kinds of kinky things which were only making me hornier.“Oh God! Stop it. I accept it. Don’t worry I won’t ever hurt you though,” I said and pulled her to kiss her.That night we were up until 2:00. As the evening passed, and drinks were consumed, it was time to get some sleep. I agreed to let my friend and Kyle crash on my sofa, as I slipped upstairs to bed. I had been asleep for no more than 1 hour when the need for the toilet arose. On returning from the toilet to my bedroom (in total darkness) I noticed something was different. I had stumbled over some jeans and shoes on my bedroom floor which I knew were not mine! I began to crawl into my bed, only to notice Kyle lying there under the.