They fussed and cut cake and spread spreads and generally played mother toeach other that eventually had them both smiling and shaking their headsas t...ey sat across from one another at the kitchen table and recognisedjust how silly they must look. But that look was enough to start a re-connection. Both in a few secondslooked into the other and saw what it was that had started a friendshipand then love. A knowing and understanding of who it was that satopposite, separate and yet not. A. As he strokes his cock faster and faster so that his hand is a blur of movement, I do the same to myself. I climb higher and higher towards a climax as I watch him do the same. As he shoots cum all over his stomach and rubs it all over his cock I throw back my head and scream with passion into the hand covering my mouth.As passion recedes and my body is relaxed and sated, embarrassment and common sense return to my mind. I listen closely to the sleeping room to hear if anyone sounds awake. . Julie has never tried to fix me up with anyone before and I had no idea why she would start now. She usually preferred to keep me to herself if anything. She did seem overly excited though, and we’d been best friends since grade school so, I trusted her.Naturally, I asked. “Who?”She said “It’s a surprise. (big smile) but when she calls, you will say YES to whatever she asks DO YOU UNDERSTAND?““and if I don’t?” I asked.She just hit me and said “You won’t trust me. You’ll say yes to anything”. I came dragging in at three am. looking like a whore." You ARE a whore, Marsha. Haven't you figured that out yet? You and every woman who allows herself to be used like I use you is a whore. Even Sandra, although she thinks she's above it now, is no better than a common streetwalker. You and she both think that the good money and the prospect of a good position justifies what you allow to be done to you. Well, I have news for you. You may occupy an office here and your clothes may be designer,.