On that day, after reaching home, I cried a lot thinking that she was your girlfriend. Then one of my friends consoled me by saying that it was not ne...essary if they were sitting together then they are in a relationship. They might be friends.Me: Oh my God. You thought that much. Yaar, at least you could have had some words with me.Simran: You know I like you very much since the day I saw you.Me: Me too.We continued to chat the whole day and in the night we expressed our love emotions to each. I slid my lips up and down that beautiful manpole, worshipping every inch of its length. My tongue seemed to know instinctively to tease every one of those thick veins and the huge head as I bobbed up and down. I wanted nothing more than to please this man and show him that I was a boy no more. With each pass down his cock I slid lower and lower until I finally got my throat to open up and allow the head to slide down to where it belonged – deep down my throat. After just a few deep thrusts. At first he was shy, introverted, and a bit withdrawn. He did not seem to be the confident sounding individual on the phone. For a while both Marge and I began to wonder if we were going to have say nice to meet you but you are just a friend. However after about a half hour Michael finally relaxed and began to open up a bit. As the evening continued we talked some more and then Michael went to the bathroom which gave the two of a quick chance to talk about the experience. Marge wanted to see. He could barely move, and I felt him drive hard into me and then I felt the warm blast of his jism inside me. Thank goodness my period just ended two days ago, or I would be pregnant for sure. He came a lot more than he ever did when I would suck him, I could feel it hit the walls the entire way into me. That was a pretty neat feeling too, once I figured out what I was feeling. After a few minutes, he rolled off of me and we just lay on the bed. It still had not sunk in to me that I was no.