‘Oh!! Darling!!! Oh!!! Oh, Godddd!!!! That’s…Ahhhh!!!…so…nice!!!’ Fran purred, her hips rising and falling while Joanne played with her cl...it. Joanne abandoned Fran’s breasts and began kissing her way down her friend’s compact, fantastic body. She wasn’t sure what to do, but instinctively she did the things that Fran had done to her which gave her pleasure. She stopped to devote attention to her friend’s navel. ‘Oh, yes!!! Oh, Joanne!!! Oh!!!’ Fran cried, ‘You’re driving me wild!!!’ As Joanne’s. I would lie in my parents' bed in one of my mother's filmynighties, and pretend that I was being made love to by a man. I wouldhold one of my father's king-sized pillows to me making believe that itwas my man. I would slide the hem of the nightie up to my belly, androll onto my back. Then pull the pillow on top of me, and masturbate toclimax while bouncing on the bed as if I was being fucked by a man. Iwanted it to happen for real! I did not have long to wait.I grew up in Union City, NJ. Not. Her anger made her voice a sharp as a knife as she saw Carly back up and she also saw the worry on her face when she mentioned her parents. Carly was also seventeen and about to enter her final year of school before going off to college.“I didn’t do…”“You’re still lying to me. You were at the party; you were supposed to be her best friend and stop something like this. Now, you are going to tell me exactly what happened and if I smell one line of bullshit, I’m talking to your parents. Your. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me.”I looked into Samantha’s soft brown eyes, so like those of a doe, full of fear. She was really quite pretty, with light brown hair and a rosy complexion. I smiled and reached out to caress her cheek. She instantly melted with gratitude, kissing my hand and thanking me profusely. I took her in my arms and we embraced each other tightly for a long moment.“Hush, Samantha,” I whispered in her ear, “There’s nothing to forgive.”She hugged me even tighter, crying.