Stood out through his hair. He wore very tight narrow legged black trousers, very highly polished pointy shoes, and a short tweed coat with sleeves ...o narrow you would have to have pipe cleaner arms to get it on. The coat was open at the neck, exposing a bright green/blue jumper, and beneath that a bare and hairless chest. The flouncy scarf topped it all off. His hair was all in his eyes and he constantly had to push it away to operate his iphone or whatever he was listening to dance. I was so attracted to him, so drawn to him. So manly, yet caring and just as sexy as any older man could be. My friend had no idea I had these feelings and these urges, I hid them from everybody, except his Grandfather. For him, I would gladly fall to my knees. I would do anything he wanted, if he would only ask. I had know idea idea how he felt about what had happened between us and I was nervous to see him again. How would he react to me coming over again? I knew that if I wanted to see him. She said she did not and I than told her about the dog taking black panties from my bed and how I stopped him in the corridor. She thought it was funny and said if she saw it she would say hey that's not mine.Over the next hour I poured out my heart and told her everything, she was in the stitches laughing at some of the stories I told her. She asked me did I have much stuff and I told her a big bag, which I showed her as we were going to bed. She told me to help myself to her stuff, as she did. . your balls slapping against my wet pussy our bodies smacking against each other… im begging you… yes, fuck me Baby… and you are… hard and deep and as fast as you can… my tits loose and bouncing around in my blouse…my hard nipples rubbing against the fabric… Im moaning and my hair is all over the place…. your holding my waist and pulling me into you with every thrust… your moaning and in between whispering to me… you like that? is that what you wanted Baby?…. yes, fuck me i whisper back… you.