She was my sex queen… I was daily fantasising about her and masturbating every night….I never talked to her and was just smiling whenever we me in...road or in our home when she came to talk with my mom… I noticed that whenever i was roaming in my briefs and shorts she used to stare at me and laugh… But i never got courage to proceed further…. The only thing was to masturbate every night…I was very hungry for sex… One day when i came back from college i found that my house was locked… I called my. I never thought it before.Me: can you do it? I will love to be fucked by your boobs. My bf did not understand what we were talking. He was just watching us.Anju moved down between my legs and put one of her boob on my pussy. It was great feeling. Her lovely, hard boob on sexy pussy. She took her boob in to her hand and pressed it. Her nipples become longer and harder. Then he put her boob on my pussy lips and started to rub it on my pussy. Now her nipple was moving between my pussy lips. She did not say anything and this made me a little bolder and I slipped my hand into her salwar. Now my hand was resting on her bum and I could feel the softness of her bum with my hands. She still did not say anything and i could feel her breathing getting heavier. I realised that she also was feeling the heat and did not want me to stop, but due to her thinking that friends should be friends, she told me this is not correct. I asked her ” Do you want me to stop” she said “Do you want to stop”. ..or I just wasted $400" The silence after that was a bit scary....you know....the typical 'Oh Shit' thoughts started wandering. I was just tired of typing and figured I really didn't have anything to lose. Everything would be pretty clear in about 10 minutes....I just gripped the armrest on my chair and whispered to myself, “Here we go." It was just sheer coincidence that we found each other again... and of all places... Facebook. We reconnected, chatting and catching up. We were both.