The index finger of his left hand deep in my asshole. For a short moment I kinda got out of the "vibe" because it all felt so unreal somehow. I opened...my eyes and realized what was happening: I was slightly drunk on all fours and getting jerked off by my best friend in a really kinky way. I also tried closing my eyes and fantasizing about fucking that cute girl in my class but I couldn't concentrate so I just kept enjoying the feeling.After a few minutes of him milking my cock there was no way. This was some scoundrel, she couldn’t possibly know him from anywhere. *** Allison sat in the small locked cabin where he had put her. He had taken her to a beach, let his horse go, and had rowed her out to a ship. When she had first seen what he had planned, all hope of escape had rushed out of her like a rain cloud suddenly opening and pouring out its contents, drenching her in despair. Now, she couldn’t escape the horrible feeling that she was being taken away from her home, and might not. As I work down from her stomach towards her vagina I was instinctively undoing the zip on her skirt. This came off with ease and dropped to the floor. I pulled her knickers down instantly and there was sweet smell of vagina. I followed the trial of closely shaven pubic hair that lead down to her clit. All the time with my tongue stuck out as a descended. I used both my thumbs to partially open the top of her slit and started playing with her clit using my full lips. She started shaking. This continued for another month or so, we'd work the late shift, then we'd work it in the locker room after everyone had gone home, and the more i did it, the better i became, the more positions we tried and i must say, I LOVED being on top. Grinding my hips back and fourth drove him crazy. We had sex in his car a couple of times, once at his house and it always remained a "friends with benefits" sort of relationship. i started to have feelings for him and when i confessed, he didn't see me.