I entered one of the bedrooms, figuring he could take it or leave it as he pleased.To my delight he joined me and locked the door, and we were soon in...the 69 position. With his cock rock hard from fucking my face, I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He duly obliged, putting on a condom as I lubed my ass. I had never taken such a large dick, so I asked him to be gentle as I got on all fours. Ignoring my request he swiftly began pounding my ass. Any pain was completely overcome by the intense. "Carla looked at her friend with one eyebrow raised and said, "Sandi, we’ve been best friends since grade school… we’ve had sleepovers together, we’ve practiced kissing together, we’ve even masturbated together… so you not wanting to admit you came home to get yourself off doesn’t make sense.” Then she said, “You’re holding something back on me, and you know I’ll find out what it is eventually… so what's up?"Sandi finally sighed and said, "Ok, but let’s go into the living room... I don't want. I got a hard on and tried to conceal it. He then grabbed the phone and started calling numbers like 1-800hottits or 1-800hotbabe etc. It was really exciting to hear sexy lady voices talking to me. We did that for a few weeks until we grew into something more. After we got caught calling the 800 numbers we stopped and it seemed our horniness doubled. Sam started to tell me stories he was having with the girl at school. I honestly never believed him because I knew he told tall tales. But I was. I don’t have any real idea of her feelings, or potential for feelings, or lack thereof, neither do I know if I could pass muster in her mind as a possible husband. All I know is how much it means to me to see her, to spend time with her, to interact and feel the potency in my lifeblood as we talk. And we have another dinner, and we have another conversation: she is well, something frustrating happened at her job recently, her sister is pregnant and coming into town with her husband for a joyous.