For about two seconds, I stared at that door, shaking my head.This is ridiculous. It’s been two years and we both want to move on. This awkwardness ...AS to stop.So open the door and go TALK to her.I don’t know what to say.Say that this is ridiculous, it’s been two years, and you both want to move on.She knows that already.So why is it so hard for you to say aloud?Because ... because...Because two years later, after everything that’s happened, you still don’t have enough of a spine to FIX. Then again, she had never had the opportunity of standing before him wearing only a single piece of clothing... Swimsuits were a different matter, for beneath her robe, she was practically naked. She was glad he hadn't made a big deal of her indiscretion back at the door; then again, she had always found him to be a very cool person."Are you just going to stand there in that excuse of a dress, or are you going to change? Because if you aren't, I am going to have to stand at the door and warn. Instead of collapsing and enjoying her orgasm, Cami shouted, ?DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP, FUCK ME, FUCK ME AGAIN!? Immediately, I began thrusting Cami’s dildo in and out of her pussy, as if it was a cock frantically fucking her. I went as fast as I could and didn’t stop. Cami was panting, gulping air, and moaning continuously. She finally stiffened and held her breath, allowing her body to succumb to another orgasm. I had thrust Cami’s dildo into her pussy and moved it around, searching for her. She was so scared for me. She asked me not to do something wrong. From that day we texted daily I insisted her to tell her decision and she said she can’t love now. And the semester exam was about to start so I said I will wait till this exam gets over and asked her to tell whether she needs me as friend are not.Meanwhile we became very close that she became very good friend of mine.Days passed and I was asking her to meet me alone. She met me on Feb 2nd for the first time (after 6 months of my.