So omar and i had kept in contact throughout the week with him keeping me up to date with with his arrangements and the ideas he had and what he would...also like to happen it was such an intense week i hardly was able to concentrate at work fuck even omar and i afreed we would not wear underwear to work the whole week and if our cocks would leak we would show each other the patches on our pants... anyway back to Friday night Omar requested that we would use his car as the weekend was going to be. She was home! We chatted. She asked me about my recent break-up. We reminisced about past relationships for a little while. My last girlfriend had a reputation for being...a 'not-so-good' girl; Angela had actually walked in on us once downstairs at our parent's place last year. She was giving me a handjob; Angie didn't 'see anything', but she was still stunned. She referred to it as 'that time...''Hey, come on...it's totally natural, right? You know what I mean, you and Harry, you guys must've. We've established a fragile friendship at best and neither of us want to ruin it. You can forgive my drunk texts asking you to come over. We ignore them in each other's company. But it's getting to the point where making eye contact with you is too much. I'm worried if I look too long, you'll see how much I want you. We sit on the couch watching a movie, like always. Your hand is firmly planted between us. Some time has passed, and we've settled into our positions on the couch. My heart races. My penis was saluting as if I am in Army and the gun salutes. My penis, for not even once came back to its normal position. Then from the back somebody took my name. There I saw one of my colleagues, who interacted with me. I played a very good game, as he was just Hi type of a friend; I asked him for his contact no. which he gave to me. Then came my time, I gave my no. in a way that the gal can listen to it very easily. He was standing on the left side, but I continued my work of ass.