Tossing and turning all night, I had fantasised about everything from helicopter rides over central London, to hot air ballooning through the Cotswold..., even wondering for a split second if he’d organised a skydive. Outside, the weather was frosty but dry, with a thin blanket of ice coating the parked cars. I downed the last mouthful of my nasty instant coffee and checked the hall mirror; I was wearing low-heeled boots, tight jeans, a jumper and a black mac with a faux fur stole. My hair was. There wasn’t much of it, but it was getting a bit curly. My hand found my opening and it was sopping wet. I slipped my finger inside and in the process, hit the top part of my vagina and I got a jolt of pleasure. My finger moved tentatively towards that little button that caused it. I circled it slowly, feeling an intense wave of ecstasy wash over me. I continued rubbing and rubbing and rubbing until I couldn’t handle it anymore, then I stopped. I wasn’t really sure if I had done it right but. A finger pushed against my pussy lips and I opened my legs. The finger pushed into my soaking hole and began to finger fuck me.“Oh Tom, I want your cock in me.” I moaned, “Please, go ahead fuck me now”I reached behind me and grasped his rigid shaft.You know the times when you just know that something isn’t as it should be?Well this was one of those times, either Toms cock had grown overnight, or this wasn’t Tom.Turning around, ever so slowly, I came face to face with the most handsome guy that. First time we met was that her mother was not well in the early morning and she came for help from us. Me and my friends took her to the hospital and from thereafter we started to mingle with her. But apart from my friends I used to more mingle with her. Then we started chatting in FB and then in whatsapp. She liked my company actually. Then slowly our conversation started to change to non veg but we haven’t crossed our limit.One weekend evening I went to her flat. Her mom was not there, I.