I could not carry her into the bedroom without waking her up so I decided to just grab a thin blanket and threw it over the both of us and snuggled do...wn next to her and fell asleep myself. Over the next several months Annie and I became rather good friends and started to hang out when we were not working. Mindy took a turn for the worse with her hormones and was getting really short with me causing me to more or less keep my distance. Throughout all of this Annie was right there to keep me. She would tell me about him and the way he behaved to her. He kept trying to get her number, and when she told him she was married, he told her that he didn't care. I could tell that Annie was attracted to him too, and so I began bringing him up - his name was Charles - every time we had sex. One night as we lay in bed naked together, Annie asked me if it would be ok if she gave him her number. I was so horny I agreed. I wanted to cum badly, but before she would fuck me, Annie made me promise. We can take our time. There are no limits, except those set by our own imaginations. Is your pulse racing? So, would you like to have a special male friend who will write erotic stories about c***dren just for you? Just the way you like them? Would you enjoy a caring, loving relationship with someone who, in bed, can take you to the deepest depths of depravity simply from the thoughts we share and the words we whisper excitedly into each other's ears? To us it's like a d**g, it's the. I cared for her deeply, but I just couldn't take that last leap to feeling "commitment love" and then little by little we began to grow apart. She moved out while we were still friends. I wanted to feel that she was the one, but it never really hit me. I was afraid I would never meet the "one". When I saw you that day I didn't see the tight black dress in front of the black shiny Buick. I just read so much into your face and your movements and when you talked to me, bells went off. That feeling.