Middle of the night and I wake up, been having a little trouble sleeping lately, not sure why, a lot of crap on my mind. As my eyes adjust to the moon...ight I see her, laying next to me, so sweet, so innocent looking. It always makes me happy when I see her sleeping, but this time, it makes me think. You know the thoughts I mean, what I wish I was doing, what I want to show her, what I want to make her feel. She should know, but I can't being myself to wake her, to disrupt this vision in front. We became good friends in a few months. So once during the college festival, our department was having it’s own events. All of us used to stay in the college and work for the fest, one such afternoon, both of us were the only ones left, as everyone had left after doing their part. We were working on a small presentation on her laptop, we had almost finished and were about to leave. I had my hard disk connected to her laptop, she asked wether I had some movies. I had some movies so I opened the. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her harder, moving her hips back and forth to his liking with his hands. She rested her knees on either side of him, and he ordered her to ride him.“Move up and down on me, baby, come on,” and she tiredly began clenching on his cock and moving up and down his pole. “Oh, god, you’re the best, oh, god,” he said, watching her tits jiggle as he bounced her. He grabbed her nipples and pulled them out a little, and she cried out, so he took both tits in. Imagine this - I neither felt nor heard any abnormality. When I said this Jo responded, 'Let me help you'. There I was, arm extended, touching the fan and this beauty climbs on the bed and presses herself against my back, running her hand up my arm, then moving my hand around on the fan housing. Sort of stumbling, she put her other arm around me, letting her hand fall on my now hardening cock. Shaking with excitement, I told her I still did not hear it, but, in a Freudian slip, said I felt.