That made me break eye contact and angle my head back. Although, then she suddenly brought her head back. "Shit, Emma, that feels too good, I can't ke...p fucking your girlfriend now." "I'm not sorry," Emma giggled. We both watched her as she unleashed a good orgasm down on the floor. She vibrated, but didn't speak. We both just saw her spray the floor and enjoy it as she did. It took her thirty seconds or so, but right after she was done, she leaned back to my pussy and continued fucking me. After we left school, we lost touch, she moved away.I used to pass the house on my way to work, usually at around four in the morning. It was always dark, and spooky, but I would always think of my friend as I passed.I like music, and listen to my ipod as often as I can. One morning, however, the battery failed, and I had to plod on in silence. It was dark, cold and had been raining all night. As I wearily trudged on, I passed Catherines old house and was bemused to see a light on. At four. “Eventually, I gave him my phone number -- it was very expensive for me to call from Canada to the US. We’d get to talking after I was on the street, which was late his time. He didn’t leer, but seemed interested in my experience. If I did have a bad night, he was gentle and supportive. If good sex would help, he’d talk me through it, but wouldn’t make demands.“If I had a hot evening, which often I did, we’d revel in it together. I began to tell him about things that I liked either completely. Greg, dealing with his own over-stimulation. proceeded to vigorously scratch all carnal itches, G-spot and clit, pecker and prostate -- drive, drive, drive, right to the edge, the edge, the edge, until I was sooooo close!Then his rude finger found my asshole and penetrated that muscular sphincter, and that set my pussy off, KA-ZOWIE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE! Greg's dick convulsed -- spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt. My cunt welcomed his hot cream like the pussy it was -- slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp,.