We want each other constantly. And we have each other as often as we can. Oh, so now I'm lying here thinking about fucking you. I'm thinking about how...it feels when it's your touch on my nipples. When it's your touch between my legs. On my legs. I think about this morning, about how you woke me up. I think about riding you. I think about you being inside of me. But now I'm alone. I lie still, fantasizing and remembering. The ice cube has traveled down, down my body, and inside of me. Now it is. She lightly caressed the tight sac at the base,then slid her fingers along the shaft to the mushroom like head. He was as hard as iron, yet the skin was soft like velvet. She kissed the head of his cock and felt him lift towards her. She kissed along the shaft, then back to the head again. She licked her lips with anticipation...he tasted manly and wonderful. When she parted her lips and lowered her head, he slipped into her mouth and he made a kind of strangled sound. She began moving her head. She was moaning heavily and was pressing her boobs and lifted her back. I was in heaven do it.Then I stopped it, took off my t-shirt, jeans and short and showed her my boner. She was in shock to see it. It was 6in length and 3in thicker. I asked her to give blow job, but she told she don’t like it I told ok and went in missionary position, took little juice from her pussy and lubricated my penis.Then rubbed it against her pussy. My boner was hot and was pounding, slowly I started inserting in. "Should we pretend that last night never happened? That would be the easiest way to deal with this I suppose." Is that what you want?" asked Rory, her heart beating rapidly in her chest."I don't know," admitted Paris. "Is that what YOU want?" No," replied Rory decisively. She looked at her friend defiantly, only to relax when she saw relief in the other girl's eyes. "It's not what I want and I don't believe it's what you want either. Is it?" No," admitted Paris. "But I'm not sure what I want..