This is where my story begins....She was my best friend. In the way that girls have best friends. We did things together, we shared our stories we lau...hed at other people, we watched T.V. together, we talked about everything, never kept secrets from each other, and told each other the most intimate details of our lives.She lived downstairs. I lived with Hubby, she knew every single detail of my sex life with Him, she giggled with me about things Hubby and i did. She told me play by play. "Holy fuck!" Felicity squealed for the third time in five minutes. She bucked her hips and ground her body into the seat, leaning forward in her seat and panting directly into the camera. I could see up her hosiery and stockinged legs, catching the tiniest triangle of fabric over her mons. "Holy fuck guys, which one of you has had control of my sex. I will come. I'm going to..."But she didn't. The sadist at the end of the Internet connection stopped her sensations just before her orgasm, not. I slowly started squeezing her breasts and I took her nipple in my fingers and started pressing them. She started moaning now. I brought my lips down to her boobs took her nipples in my mouth now she had her fingers in my hairs and her eyes were closed. I gathered bit courage and started unhooking her blouse. As I unhooked one button of her blouse she requested me not to do that but as I sucked her nipples with much more pressure she could not oppose me. I slowly un hooked her blouse. Her white. "Morning," I greeted Mom."Good morning. Already had enough sleep?" she said mockingly."Just right. That was playing catch-up. Is there anything for breakfast?" Look at the clock. It's reached noon. Make a yourself a cocoa, and in ahalf hour we'll have lunch." That'll work."As I slurped my hot cocoa, Mom said, "I hope you have gotten everythingyou'll need for cooking. I've already been shopping and wouldn't reallylike to do it again, since it'll be packed with people now." No problem, Mom. I.