Aur phir mainay dono breast ko hathon main lay ker masalna shuroo ker dia kabhi dabata to kabh choosta to kabhi chat-ta us din jo maza mujhay mil raha...tha woh alfaz main beyaan nahi kiya ja sakta, phir mainay us ka bareek pajama neechay kiya to us ki choot nazer aanay lagi. Pajama uternay ki wajha se woh kaafi sharma rahi thi jis per mujhay or bhi piyaar aanay laga or main ne us ko apni aghosh main bheench liya aur aik baar phir kissing kernay laga is terha us ki sharam kuch door hui to main us. “Ash? Are you awake?” Ash stayed quiet. He was on his side, facing the wall. His cock tented the sheets enough to be obvious, and he knew if she got closer their friendship might be in jeopardy. But he lied still, making sure to breath normally, heavily. He heard her get closer and behind closed eyes prayed that she wouldn’t get too close. Then he felt her hand on his shoulder. “Ash? Are you… oh!” Her gasp was quiet but Ash heard it loud and clear, loud as anything he had ever heard before.. I sat and listened as each of my friends told of their wild fantasies and I found myself getting excited. It didn’t take long for me to feel a heat run through my body and moistness between my legs. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me! How could sitting around listening to sex stories turn me on so very much? My friend Amanda admitted she lived out her husband’s fantasy by having a threesome. I was shocked! I’ve always thought sex was only to be shared between 2 people that love. It curves into a wide Cheshire grin. Familiarity pokes me with needle-like precision. I know the smile. I see it in the mirror everything morning, grinning back at me, teeth all neat and white and straight. The mouth twists into an erotic, mocking smirk, like the girl from the photos. Me. It’s the sort of smile that knows something you don’t and takes sick pleasure in the fact. It’s the sort of smile that torments you, because deep down, it knows you better than you do, in all the ways that.