Her outfit, looked like something tossed on just for the sake of wearing clothing. A once white, wife beater style shirt over pale blue jeans that onc... hugged her hips but now slide down with every few steps she took. He knew thin was in with the celebrities these days, but surely this was a bit much? She can’t have weighed 100 lbs, and she had to be at least 5’7. Pale blue flip flops completed the outfit, her delicate feet looking thin and fragile. Her toes like her fingernails were. Positioning herself behind Isabella she rubbed the tip between the teen’s glistening lips then up over her clit before pulling back and resting it on the brown puckered hole. She repeated this teasing her friend, before gently pushing her hips forward and introducing the head into her friend’s vagina. Isabella’s lips stretched around the shaft as it slipped deeper into her tight hole. Freja withdrew the shaft slightly allowing the inner lubrication to coat Isabella’s outer folds before. Now that Bridget and I have taken the plunge (not that plunge, yet ;-), it no longer feels like the right thing to do, nor does it even feel fun anymore to write details about what she and I are up to, at least in such a public forum. Probably the biggest reason is that I no longer feel like I have the freedom to write details about her without her knowledge.For those gracious enough to have read the story this far, here's where things stand as I conclude the public portion of this little. I sat with my hands clasped and nervously wondering why the hell I couldn’t get dressed. He had surprised me enough that night, so who knows what he had up his sleeve. As if to qualm my tortured mind, he slid next to me in the seat of the limo as he rolled up the darkly tinted window that separated us from the driver. His hand slid down my waist and the other cupped my chin and brought our lips together. It was a soft gentle kiss to start, but as my mind finally caught up to reality my inner.