“You wouldn’t like me more with bigger breasts and a vagina?”“You are perfect,” I repeated.She pulled my face towards hers and kissed me. We... held the kiss for a long time. It was more than a sexual thing. It was a symbol of real love between us. We’d just shared the most intimate experience of our lives and this was the final seal of our devotion.“Let’s get cleaned up,” she said.I agreed. We both climbed out of bed and walked, still nude, into the bathroom. We stood side-by-side before the. She screamed out after the first time and flattened her pussy harder against me.My hands moved to her ass and squeezed the flesh in passion; drawing her hard upon me as I raised my waist continuously to thrust into her with savage strokes of my cock. I was about to explode and was not thinking except for the sweetness of her pussy. She was crying out too and slapping her pussy down on my cock as we both got transported to another realm. When her pussy started contracting upon my cock, she. I was squeezing the cheeks and moving my hands into the crack. Then I parted her ass and put my index finger on her asshole. She made a soft hissing sound by exhaling air on my neck where she was kissing and licking.In the meanwhile she started to go down on me. She was kissing my neck at first, then she moved down to my chest and gave me sensuous kisses there. I was sweating slightly and it made me wet all over. She was licking that too from my chest. Then she started playing with my firm tits. Heck most guys could care less about you,or how you felt. That's when I realized girls think different about theirfriends, and that friends to a girl are special and they mean a lot.I sat there thinking for a couple of seconds about what Lynn just did.Dang, what guy do I know would ever do that for me? The answer came backreal fast "NO ONE". Then I started thinking of how at school if one ofthe girls was crying, or got hurt, how her friends came running over tosee if she was ok, and if they.