That killed the mood in that room quickly. I walked out of the bedroom and went to my own. I changed from jammie pants to shorts. I was so soaked by Y...da's touch it wasn't funny. I dreamed of him that night hard core. I have wanted him since the very first time I met him. I cannot help but flirt with him. We would have late night conversations about relationships. We talked about dating each other, how good we would be together. But neither of us wanted to ruin a great friendship. Tonight might. “Mr. Somerville, your belt buckle is cutting into my ass. Would you mind taking it off?”I looked down to see that my buckle was nowhere near rubbing against her. My cock through my pants was what was poking her. reached down up doing the buckle. let my pants down with just my boxers on. I looked down at her hot ass wiggling in front of me and my cock straining my boxers. I thought, 'what the hell,' and dropped my boxers too. I pulled her back tight to me running my cock along her pantie covered. She noticed her shapely toned legs and the way her ass swayed ever so slightly."I bet she never had to rummage around her refrigerator at two in the morning trying to find something to shove up her pussy, just so she could prove herself a real woman. That bitch could probably have any guy she wanted."Her anger quickly faded to feelings of self loathing at the remembrance of last nights escapades. Her pussy was still a little sore from the vigorous fucking she'd given her self with that. . nothing. No penis or balls hanging, nothingnot even pubic hair. Just smooth skin running up between my legs. Thatis when I had enough. I turned, shut off the light and returned to mybed.I laid down and my mind was racing. I closed my eyes hoping to calm downand fall back asleep. Instead I started thinking about something fromlong ago in my past. Something I had never shared with anyone. Only oneother person knew of this but they were dead. I swore I heard mymother's voice calling to me like.