I shrugged and handed it to her.She turned it around in her hand and squeezed it, seeing how firm it was.“Huh. Surprisingly life-like, ‘cept for t...e temperature,” she remarked.“Uh, sometimes Jess will heat them up in warm water for more authenticity,” I responded. Jess ended the discussion when she returned with the bottle of lube.Flipping the cap open, she handed the bottle to Emma.“Lube it good,” she instructed. Emma squirted a stream of clear liquid onto the rubber phallus and I watched it. I can feel him push a little further into my tightness. It feels different, but not as good as when he eats my pussy. His thumb begins to brush a little faster on my tender, excited clit. I feel my body tremble. I let out a yelp, and he’s bringing me to my undoing. I give in to what he wants, I feel my incredible climax take full control of me. He brings me to such a strong orgasm, even before I am finished, he’s up and inside me. He wants to feel that release around his cock. He groans out, as. " Hmm. You did seem a little excited at one point there. Better not, the boss will get cranky if I disappear too soon. I'll meet you at the door when you are all let out."Holy crap. Had I said too much? Had I been too flirty, too desperate? Shit, could she tell I had been squeezing my cock while thinking about her? A million thoughts ran through my head but only one thing mattered. She had contacted me and she wanted to catch up with me. Any excuse would do me at this point.I spent the next. Tonight was one of those nights, I was so glad to be leaving. I hadn't been in my bed for nearly two days, let alone managed anything resembling sleep. I had literally been dragged out by my best friend. She wanted to go meet some guy and wanted my moral support. I think what she really meant was, ‘Please come with me so I don’t look pathetic showing up alone.’ Once she’d disappeared off, after about twenty minutes, I’d found myself trying to have a good time. A few guys tried to dance and talk.