I think both Willow and I had the same expression on our faces.“How about we just have coffee,” I said.Not being home for Thanksgiving was going t... seem weird. I remembered sitting in my room alone during my freshman year on Thanksgiving wishing I was home. Then last year, while we were celebrating, we got the news that Harold was dead. It was going to be difficult to not be there when Melody and her mom needed us this year. Her mom would arrive about the same time Kate and I took off on. I wanted to fill her up so bad.“Tell me how much you want my cum you dirty little slut” I said.“Please give it to me. I want you to shoot your load deep inside me.”“I don’t believe you…make me believe you.”“Please, I’m begging, I want to feel your hot cum fill me up!” she almost yelled.I didn’t stop. I thrusted with all my force as I felt her grow still and her whole body tightened; her legs, her toes, her ass, her back…only her fingers kept rubbing her swollen clit. I felt her pussy grip my. I started breathing heavily and pulled my best friend close to me, with our arms around each other, so our bare breasts were crushed tightly together, and our tongues found their way into each other's mouths. We had practiced kissing like this once as teenagers, albeit with nighties on, pretending we were each other's boyfriend, and I had stopped because something had felt different, and that had scared me. Only this time, I wasn't going to stop.Whatever happened between us, Sheri felt it too.. Many a times He met her in the elevator with a guy. He assumed him to be his brother or a boyfriend. They always smiled when they met in the elevator. Once or twice they met alone but he never had courage to talk to her as she was really very beautiful and he was nervous. She looked like Bollywood actress Kareena Kapoor, or maybe hotter than her. Her name was Simran. Kartik was really lucky to bump into her every time. He masturbated a lot of times thinking about her. He was very shy with.