So as she was alone, I pay them a visit monthly once as my friend’s parents insists me to do so since she has no company other than her son. I play ...ith their son for a while and come back. All this time, I never had any intentions.Once when I was to about to go their house, I thought of trying any massage parlor in her area. I had an ayurveda massage which the masseuse used special heated oil. Even after the bath, the oil didn’t wash out properly.After that, I went to meet priya. Her son was. On the kitchen table I discovered a piece of paper obviously hastily torn from the notepad we leave beside the telephone. There were two conflicting lines written on it. ‘I’m sorry!’ and, ‘I love you!’ ‘How could she walk out and leave me, if she loved me?’ I thought to myself. ‘If she loved me, she wouldn’t have left me, so therefore she can’t be sorry for what she has done. You can say sorry when you do something accidentally. You can’t say sorry for something you do in cold blood.’ I can’t. 'Okay. I'll grant you it was a mechanical process. No passion, but there was affection – I don't do that for every man I meet. Okay. But you enjoy sex?''I enjoyed what Jane and Anne did to me and for me yesterday. No experience beyond that.' I coloured up as I realised I was admitting that at eighteen years of age I was still a virgin. Holly sought clarification.'Yes. Okay, ' I said, my cheeks flaming, 'I have not fucked a girl.'Holly smiled broadly. 'That's excellent. We don't have to worry. You both move closer to her until you stand between her raised legs. You watch as she slides her middle finger deep inside with a groan. Her scent is intoxicating.Your man rubs the head of his cock along your pussy lips, slowly parting them, until his cock slides up and over your clit sending shivers through your body. You imagine what your friend sees as your cock masturbates you with his cock. It must look erotic to see it emerge between your lips because your friend is really getting worked.