I always use to feel that her name Kamna means come..Na..I use to wait at the parking lot at the exact time when she comes to college and used to gree...t her.Later used to make it a point that would meet her accidentally were ever she used to go.Then started telling her we are destined to be best friends that are why we are coming across each other every time…She smiled and agreed to be my best buddy.One day I kissed her in the parking lot and said that I was unable to resist her beauty and. You part the fingers slightly and I see a short ribbon of sticky secretion hanging between them. You raise your sticky fingers to my nose and I smell the familiar salty musky sexy scent of my cunt. The scent of sexual arousal. You put your fingers in your mouth and suck them, tasting my juices. Luckily more people squeeze on to replace those who got off, and soon we are pressed into the corner again. Without hesitation this time, your fingers burrow back inside my jeans, past my panties and. She was beautiful, a good hugger, and intelligent too. Bob didn't want to admit it to anyone, but he'd had several excellent beat off sessions with her in mind after seeing her in a thin T shirt, or that little blue bikini she wore in the back yard to suntan in.So it was that Chrissy arrived at Bob's house with two suitcases in tow, and a worn Teddy bear under her arm. Fran, her mother, told Bob that if she needed more clothes, they were in the house, and gave him a key. Then, with a quick kiss. A and I left our classrooms and reached one of the classes on the fifth floor. We ran towards the last bench.Though A belongs to the outdoor game category, no one would come and ask us questions. We decided to use this opportunity to sit and speak and gossip.It was an empty classroom and we decided not to be loud. My best friend moved a little closer to hear me clearly. We sat with only a few inches acting as a separation between the two of us.After some 10-20 minutes, I went outside to fill my.