The bastard. The lucky, lucky bastard.Yesterday I did something I feel very guilty about. I made a pass at my best friend's girlfriend. I couldn't hel...p it-- I was weak, and he was out buying lunch for them both. She sat in front of the television in a gorgeous tee shirt and sweatpants combination, watching some Discovery channel bullshit, and I just couldn't stop looking at her. She noticed, eventually, and smiled at me and wondered what was wrong. I replied that I just liked looking at art and. .. screaming."He chuckled and I felt him reach down and grab something then he slid theball gag into my mouth and buckled it while he was still keeping his pacepounding away.If anything being gagged excited me even more and the build-up was evenfaster! I began moaning loudly, then grunting, I could feel it wasbuilding up and he was going even faster and harder until I came... andit was mind blowing. I've never felt anything like that before! Iscreamed into the gag, and I was bucking like mad. I. He heard her seat belt unclip as he switched off the engine. He turned to her as she said. “I’ve not congratulated you.” Then she kissed him full on his lips and held the kiss for several seconds before breaking off.Robert was stunned, his mind in a turmoil, his heart racing.He heard the seatbelt click; not daring to look at her he re-started the engine and pulled back on to the road. They drove back to the cottage in silence.Once inside, the lights had been set on low with the dimmer switch by. The whole day we spent talking of our colleges, showing photos, videos of programs blah blah blah at dinner Rajeev proposed to spend the night on the roof talking and sleeping and I agreed leaps and bounds! It was fantastic being there and looking at the whole resplendent city and we actually started talking of something else but it turned to all sexual discussions. He asked how long my tool is right now, I said does he jack off when nobody is around and the night passed by but the thing I knew.