Her wet pussy was giving a sliding pleasure to my manhood, and I was feeling very happy having fulfilled my dream of becoming her best man. I was goin... slowly with my strokes, and at the same time with a finger I was tickling her clitoris. She was getting maximum pleasure out of it. My strokes were mainly concentrated at making her hot, and she was now hot as fire and I started giving her deep strokes.She helped me a lot, and I gave the best performance ever. Having masturbated in the morning. This wasn't his first late-night surveillance of this particular window. Nor would it be his last.Conditions were perfect. Nimbus clouds obscured the crescent moon. His heart was pounding and his penis was hardening like a stroke victim's arteries. He felt small raindrops on his uncovered head but felt no concern. As long as there was no illuminating lightning he could cope. Heavy rain, however, could be detrimental. If the ground became soggy, his footprints might be noticeable. He didn't want. Coffee. I smelled coffee. It pulled me out of my room like a mousefollowing the pied pipers magical flute. Abby was at the table alreadydrinking having some."Coffee," I croaked."Sit down," she said rising from the table, "I'll get you a cup. Cream?Sugar?"I shook my head and fell into a chair. Like an angel of mercy, she seta mug of the steaming hot miracle liquid in front of me. I drank deeplyof its rich wonderful aroma as I wrapped my hands around it to feel itswarmth."How are you feeling? ". Both had made a promise to themselves that they would get together for another ‘sleepover’, but neither of them could pluck up the courage. Hazel had been looking forward to P.E. class that week, as she would get to see her best friend in a small amount of clothing again. However, due to the sports ground outside being snowed over (a rarity in England), and the heaters being broken in the gym, P.E. was cancelled for that day. Hazel and Emily were, naturally, disappointed, although neither told.