I started to tell her and she was listening very carefully. She was deliberately spreading her legs so that I could see her thighs. I was really in mi...ed emotions now as on one hand there was this girl wanting me to take her and on other hand my friendship was at stake. She came near me and whispered “is it really so much fun?” I was shocked and asked in a low voice “what”Swati: arey yehi, being friends with benefits? Is it really that much fun?Me: (in a trembling voice) haan wo to hai hi.. I was in a funny way and felt like I would have done anything she hadasked me to.The boutique was a wonderful place. They were a private place and I hadthe whole little store to myself. I was measured and fitted and theykept bringing out clothing and asking me what I thought and they keptsaying that Heather would like this and Heather would like that andkept calling me Tiffany.I didn't say much because I didn't want to slur my words and I thinkthere was more to those pills than aspirin and I. Just a few inches away from my fingers are two gloriously perfect titties. What might be even worse is that by pulling my arm up there she has squirmed her body so that my aching stiff cock is almost pressing up against her neck.I pull and wiggle my hand just a little trying to free it without waking Anna up. She seems to be fairly well under by now. But the wiggling only serves to cause my hands to brush against those sweet mounds. I shake my head in frustration. I sit there for several. I could smell the cleanliness of Gain on my sheets. I stared up at the ceiling and for a moment I was taken back in time...I was sixteen and Stephanie was moving out. She was going to grad school. She'd stayed living at home until age 21 simply because she refused to let our father pay for her school. At the time our father had lost his job and we were barely making ends meet. Our parents had a savings for her but she wanted them to use it for the family instead. She worked part time and went.