Becky rolled over to face me and gave me a kiss."Good morning. How are you feeling?" Like I got hit by a truck. How are you?" OK. What time did you...fall asleep?"I thought about it for a second, trying to remember the last time I looked at the clock. "About 4." Damn babe, I'm sorry. Do you want to go back to sleep? I can wake you when breakfast is ready." She laid her arm on mine with her hand on my cheek."No, I'll be OK, just need some coffee or a red bull." Or me?" She had that look of. She in fact started to grind against my crotch and I reciprocated & a full size boner popped up. She looked at me for a second with a shocked look ‘Cheeky’ she said & I shrugged it off. ‘It’s up to you’, I told her. Her moves started to get more intimate with her bum rubbing hard against my crotch. Then me in my leather pants, I started to get sweaty under the lights & her intense grinding against me drove me crazy. She was a friend but I wanted to fuck her or at least get a blowjob through my. We looked fabulous together.She was well built and she did Zumba regularly and very particular about her diet. I was averagely built and jogged almost regularly and had flat abs and nice features. Rhea looked pretty in every attire she wore and she can carry any look. Urban chic, traditional.But I adored her, whenever she wore a shirt and jeans and tied the shirt at the end to make a knot on her ripped jeans. She was just a killer in her aviators look. I knew she hadn’t been to a salon, as she. " I know I don't have to go with you," Amy teased, "but I want to."I didn't want to eat alone, and had already looked up several restaurants, so I quickly conceded."Well, in that case, I've got a craving to try something exotic. Want to go to Mataam Fez?" I've never heard of that restaurant." According to the Institute Dining Guide, it serves authentic Moroccan food. Everyone sits on cushions, you eat with your hands, and belly dancers perform at least once during the meal." You just want to go.