She was trying to take the whole length in but couldn’t I was urging her and pushing her face down, feeling her mouth on my dick. I started to push ...n harder and she gagged on my dick. I pulled her up and smooched her again and laid her down. I kissed her nipple her stomach and then licked her pussy.Then I started to rub my dick over her pussy and not entering her. She looked me at and I said “Do you want it?” She bit her lip not saying anything and I said again “I would not do it until you. Would you like to be present for that?”“Wait, after telling me off for doing that to Amanda--”“I’m just going to play with her head, so don’t get your hopes up. Syl’s going to get it harder. In exchange ... you still haven’t apologised to Amanda.”“I can do that”, she said. “I agree I shouldn’t have done it. I just got carried away. She looked so sweet and vulnerable ... I just ... don’t want to be treated like I don’t exist. We’ve been friends for a while now, surely that counts for. I would never wash them as I would like them to smell of the last masturbation session sat in the cubicles. Months later my solo fantasys were at an end, after noticing a hole in the cubicles door and an eye peering through from the otherside, looking at me dressed in white urine and cum sodden pantys my hair in pigtails, my white socks and flatchest. I stopped masturbating but kept my hand in my pants, I was a bit scared and didn't know what to do, the eye kept looking at me. Then it dawned on. Only seconds after Id rearranged myself, Chantelle returned with two glasses of beer, handing one to me, and then sitting down only an inch or so from me with hers, and once again we resumed talking. This time though, I soon found it a bit harder to feel quite so at ease, as she twisted around to face me, one knee bent up on the sofa and brushing against my thigh slightly, while she supported her head on her elbow resting on the back, and her breasts thrust seductively towards me. I.