At the same time, between us, her pubic bone pressed into mine, and her thighs gently squeezed the hardened cylinder of sensitive flesh she had placed...so intimately against her vulva. All I could think to do with my own hand was stroke the lean contours of her back then down over the twin mounds of her buttocks where the skin was silky-smooth. On impulse, breaking contact, I rolled her over me and onto her back on the other side of the bed. Then I tossed aside the sheet to admire her beautiful. I didn’t want to see it. I wanted to never think about it, ever.But I could.My clit throbbed again, and I turned my attention back to the screen.When Emily recovered from her powerful orgasm, she did the same, and we spent the rest of the night silently watching Friends.We didn’t talk about it.We didn’t talk about much.Not just that night. For days.We still loved each other, we still lived with each other, but ... Emily had crossed a line. I think even she knew that.Each night, we’d make. Main apna typing ka kaam karne laga aur ek ghante ke andar maine vo kaam kar diya.ab mujhse intazaar nahin ho raha tha..maine chutti hone tak intazaar kiya aur jab saare bache class se nikal gaye..tab main class me gaya aur nirmala ka wait karne laga..thodi der baad vo aayi aur usne darvaaza band kar diya..Aur apne table pe jaake uske sahaare khadi ho gayi sexy pose dekar…ab hum donon ke beech koi bhi nahin tha…vo pal aa hi gaya jiska mujhe intazaar tha..main uske paas gaya aur use apni taraf. He swallows, fighting his deepest yearning to watch your breasts rise and fall with each progressive breath. Studying their curves he lowers his hand to hold it just above you, as if absorbing the aura of your softness through the scant fabric. Every fiber of his being longs to tear the fabric away so he can see your naked beauty, but still he pauses in near desperation awaiting the faintest whisper.Downward his hands move hovering just above your stomach, where his body aches to plant his.