I lick the dribble from my lips, moaning in pleasure, pressing my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle an unintentional giggle as I see the far-away ...look of intense pleasure on your screwed-up face, your eyes closed tight. I work the whole length in my hand, stretching my fingers around your cock, wanking it lusciously, twisting my hand round as I do, enjoying the loud sloppy noises it makes, then taking the first few inches into my sticky mouth again, getting carried away and bashing my slimy. . about ten years? We met in the seventh grade, and have been best friends ever since. Went through middle school, High School, College, various relationships, everything of the sort. Tom and I came out together last year, leaving Will as the straight friend. Tom and I have become inseparable. Which makes sense why we had hot sex last week. ------Will, Tom, and I hadn't seen eachother in a few months, we got jobs away from eachother, found relationships, all that jazz. We planned to meet up. I got down on my knees and began to lower my head, as though naturally shifting my position.With my head directly behind her, I looked up and asked “Do you feel anything yet honey?”“Sort of…” was all she could muster. I sensed her stomach tense as she began to push, and so I pushed harder against it, trying to push my fingers down and behind her pubic bone. With my hand on her back, I pushed up slowly, trying to gather the fabric of her dress. Sure enough, after a little adjustment, with one. " How is that?"I read in his mind of various ways to separate me from the money. He was about thirty, tall and slim. Not bad shape, for a civilian. I was amused with the way his mind worked. His only weapons were a club under the seat, and a switchblade in his pocket. "I kill people that deserve it."His erratic driving became even more irregular. Coming around a corner, too wide, he caused an accident in a small neighbourhood. An antique Volkswagen Gulf came to an abrupt stop, at our bumper. I.