We were good friends from 1st year of college itself. But had never thought of asking her out may be was afraid to ask. But had a small crush on her, ...n 2nd year I came to know that she also had a crush on me so I asked her out and she said yes. Months passed we grew closer to each other we use to share all things with each other. We use to chat at night. But nothing happened sexually. I use to kiss her on her cheeks n hug her but never had guts to french kiss her. So days passed but one day we. Erst langsam, dann etwas schneller und kontinuierlicher. Sie nahm seinen Daumen in den Mund und lutschte ihn heftig, rieb mit der linken Hand ihren Kitzler, nicht ohne ihn weiter zu reiten und dabei wimmernde Laute auszustoßen. Ihr enges Fotzeninneres rieb heftiger und heftiger an seiner Eichel bis er schließlich tief in ihr abspritze und Unmengen an Sperma in ihre Gebärmutter pumpte. Sie schrie. Sie kam. Tränen liefen über ihr junges Gesicht. Sie blieb noch eine Weile schwer atmend auf ihm. On the day of the party Peter and I has been a bit snippy with each- nothing major, just little barbs here and there. I had come close to not going at all- making some remark about it "always ending up like an orgy" or something. To which he had replied "God I hope so", which had irked me a little. We were being driven to the party by a friend and neighbor, Tony- a dapper, polite little man in his seventies. An old friend of Peter's- a married man who I don't think fully approved of his. My clothes adjusted with me. I felt a bra under my flannel shirt, whichbecame denim, the tails knotted around my waist to reveal a middle-agedmidriff. My blue jeans turned into cotton shorts, showing off femalelegs.I could feel different sensations around my body. My upper thighs werechilly without the warmth of my genitals. I could feel the fabric of mypanties in a whole new way. My new breasts were weights where I'd neverhad weight before. My fingernails were long. My hair was curly.