I was wet in the pussy and touched my tits and wondered what it would be like to feel Christine's tongue on my nipples. Rachel stretched out her hands...and pulled down Christine's panties, right in front of my eyes and I looked straight into her ass and pussy. I saw that she was wet and it smelled delicious. I completely forgot that Steven was there and touched my pussy outside my panties. I dared to feel a little on Christine's ass. I stroked her buttocks."Mm," said Christine."Feel how wet I. I would often dwell to that night and find that I remember the little things most vividly. Yes, the blow job had been fantastic yet her silky blonde hair touching the tip of my penis smashing me with the anticipation of her soft lips coming down on me is just as strongly burned into me as the act itself. Remembering it usually brought me to a full erection and often times find my hand to be a cold comfort compared to the real thing. She was my obsession and to settle for anything less is out. Nothing deep, nothing meaningful, nothing even approaching the level of a true, committed relationship.But there she was crying her soul out at just after two in the morning in her best friend's bathroom while her best friend was probably still too busy telling her ex-boyfriend whom she hadn't even seen in almost a year how much she missed him and couldn't wait to be with him to even notice that Ashlee was gone. The thought of this just made Ashlee cry even harder and feel even dumber. Her sobs. I intentionally caught my fingernails in the seam, just to make the pants move a little. Just a tease. I teased him for about half an hour, running my fingers over his cock, his pants tight. His pants were tight to start with, and I knew they were getting uncomfortable. He unzipped his pants, allowing his hard cock to push through, the fabric of his boxers tight. I stroked him through the fabric. His boxers were cotton. Expensive, designer label. I allowed my index finger to slip through the.