Black, lacy panties.I paused as I held them in my hand, my boyish, teenage brain swimming lavishly in an orgy of thoughts that clouded my mind and wei...hted my heart. They’re still warm, I thought. Warm and welcoming. That was the first time I imagined her in nothing but those panties. No shirt, no pants, not even a bra. I imagined her just standing there, allowing me to gaze upon her nearly nude body, as slim fingers pressed between the lace and ivory flesh, slowly exposing more and more so. We had only said hi to each other a couple of times, and this was the first time that I had seen her at home during the day. Anyway, as I was saying, I was clearing out our summer house, having taken a few days off work to settle in to the house, and my girlfriend was at work. Although I'm happy with her, frankly we hadn't had a lot of sex recently (moving is stressful!) and I was planning on putting on one of our old "home movies" and having a wank before she got home. Little did I know that I. Then I realize it was sara. We became very close friends. Late night chatting and calling became part of our life.One day she stopped texting me and ignored my call, I got tensed after several attempts she picked my call she was crying all I said was shhh silly I’m coming. I reached her flat she open tears still rolling down. I made her sit ask her problem she had some family issues and so she was crying I consoled her she stopped crying. I felt relax and my eyes got a glance of her red nose.. This was how sex should be. No faces, just nice hard cock she could ride, and a pair of hands massaging her breasts. If she could trust the guys to rub her clit, she’d have a perfect mate, but most guys didn’t understand how her clit needed to be rubbed. So instead she trusted them to rub her breasts, and Nate was gentle enough to satisfy her needs. As Mary got a good rhythm going she thrusted her hips back and bent over a little more, making sure the cock rubbed where she wanted it to.