She felt slightly odd doing it. With the way she'd been feeling lately and the thoughts she'd had, the woman in her memories felt like a stranger. So ...old and arrogant and blunt and rude. How had she acted like that, she wondered. Everything in her mind made her think that Christopher had no idea what had happened to her. He'd seemed surprised to hear from her yesterday and the conversation had worked naturally. He'd appeared warm and supportive and normal on the phone. And happy to hear from. Feeling,fondling and caressing her nipples to make them perk up...hard.Then she drew each in turn,into her warm moist mouth to give them the comfort and pleasure of a willing mouth...appreciating the beauty of her friend.The foreplay or "making out" went on for some 10 or more minutes.Bothwomen were totally drenching the cloth underneath them with their vaginalfluids.They were totally impassioned with lust and desire for each other.They needed to become as intimate as they could...to merge as. She pushed him into a study wooden kitchen chair sitting in the middle of the room. She used a long satin sash to bind his hands together and then to the chair. She tied his legs tightly to the chair as well. He studied her with an approving grin, wondering what she would do next.She pulled out a blindfold and tied it around his head, making sure that he couldn't see a thing. She kissed him deeply, flicking her tongue over his lips with a seductive flair.He smiled and closed his eyes and. She groaned and pulled me back to her. I leaned down, kissed her ear and whispered. ‘Trust me love, I’ll take care of you.’ I quickly moved out from under her and scooped her up in my arms. She put her arms around my neck as I carried her towards the back of the house. I heard her mumble something about her bedroom being the second door on the right against my chest. I came to the door and pushed it open with my foot. If the decoration of the room was any indication, this was definitely her.