While you're happy for your friends, you begin to wonder why you can't have at least a taste of that life. You get up out of bed, and look over your s...litary room. There's nothing really of "you" in it. Fuck, you don't even know what "you" is at this point. Everything, from this college, to your clothes, to your books, phone, have all been the smart and prudent decision someone else has made. Unfortunately, this applies to you as well, looking in the full body mirror. Whoever convinced you that. "So smooth and so chiselled," she stated and she leaned into him again and sought his lips.This time the kiss was longer and more intense as he could feel the soft and cool fabric of her nightie against his naked flesh."I can feel your cock pressing against me and it's making me hot," Silky moaned."The feeling of your nightie against my warm flesh had gotten me hard," Gary answered.Silky responded by turning onto her back and Gary found myself moving in closer. He ran his hands all over her. I did my best to hide my feelings, and in fairness she gave me no encouragement at all, but hard as I tried, I found that when we were together, I could not keep my eyes off her.One day she made it patently clear that my interest had been noticed and was at least in part being returned. It happened like this, one night we had all gone for a drink at the local pub. She sat next to me opposite her husband Richard, and Joan was sat opposite me next to Richard. I liked this arrangement, as it meant. I slid my hand down onto her hairy bush and began to caress her pussy lips. She moaned in a coy way as she stroked my cock. I was really leaking pre cum at this point and I so wanted to see how this would end up. So I slid her pants legs down and she kicked her shoes off and jeans with them. I turned towards her and kissed her nipples as my hand started probing he adequate bush. I slid my face down her smooth muscular belly and my face got within inches of her now wet pussy, when she stopped.