Barbara broke our kiss and slid down to kneel before me and she quickly undid my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles along with my underwear. Her...head steered her mouth straight onto my warm, pulsating erection. Her deformed face gave my cock a balls-deep, wet, and warm massage that abruptly ended in less than a minute. She was just getting me wet.Now she arose and shucked her gown as she crawled up to me. Her hands grabbed my face and she kissed me with her swollen, wet lips. Our. She treated her like any other college friend. I know many of you may say, "Well, that's not nice; that's just the decent thing to do," but trust me, most females at my school were not so decent and M's conduct truly set her apart.M and I had kissed on the dance floor already and I certainly wanted to take her back to my apartment, but I wasn't sure if her devotion to her friend would stand in the way of us going back to hook up. (I had parted ways from my friends at the party a while ago. She generally wore very little clothing around the house if she didn’t have company and she began treating me like I didn’t count years ago. I used to gripe about it to her, but her answer was always the same. I wasn’t sure if the “it’s only you” response should be insulting in that she would never consider as a sex partner or if I should be glad that she trusted me to that point. Either way, I had pretty much given up on saying anything about it.When she turned back around to walk back over. "This really is a dream, isn't it?" Yes, ma'am, it is. Would you like to change clothes? You can just change them but it takes a little practice so if you would rather, you can use the..." I pointed to a closet sized changing tent behind her."I don't need it?" Not really, but it takes a little practice and most people's normal mindset is that you have to take clothes off before you can put new ones on, and well, I don't know if you really know me quite well enough to be willing to risk it."She.