I started to moan quietly, my breathing was all over the place. He carried on pushing deeper into me, I could feel him stretching me and filling me up... my eyes were struggling to stay open, I placed my feet/heels on his ass.I felt him stop, I couldn’t believe that my managers cock, 9 Inches of black power, thick long and veiny was deep inside me, bareback, He knows I have a Indian BF and I know his married. He just pushed himself balls deep inside me and held it there. He looked me in the eyes. A couple of minutes later Carole came out and told me that Josie wanted to see me so i went off to the kitchen. Josie began to tell me what Carole had suggested and asked how i felt about it and while i was nervous about the whole thing i told her that we should go for it so i went off to the living room while Josie went to the bedroom. I walked into the room and Carole looked at me and said "Well?" and i nodded back and sat down. Carole came and sat next to me leaving Max alone on the sofa and. "He raises the drink. Just one more slug and I have options as the potent mixture dissipates. Keep my head or throw up; either way is an exit strategy. Spend some time chatting with him, or find Gemma, probably orphaned by her face-sucking housemates. Maybe dance. I'm feeling that buzz, inhibitions fading with each beat. That irrepressible need to sway to the music. It's something I can barely remember doing in my twenties, but it feels natural. Sensual. Something I should perhaps do more.. We all have atleast one BFF with whom we share everything. For me, it was Sayli. We’ve known each other for 12 years, right from our primary school days. We went to the same junior college and got into the same engineering college as well.We spend most of our time together, and people often call us a lesbian couple to tease us. We’ve known all about each other’s relationships, hookups, breakups, literally everything. She was like my soul sister. Obviously, I didn’t have any feelings for her as.