And it bothers me seeing him make out with Nicole. "Whitney let's go get a few drinks" I whispered to her ear and she whispered back."A few? Are you k...idding? I am going to get totally wasted!" she said smiling."That’s why I love you baby."After about 30 minutes I was tipsy and she was horny so we went to one of rooms in the house. Benefits of having your best friend as the host.We started to make out and I grabbed her ass, it felt wobbly behind her jeans. She lowered her hands and lowered my. The sparrows outside had stopped singing. Her eyes were totally fixated upon mines. What had I done? This is my end, she will never speak to me again…oh alas!I cried unto my self, this is my undoing, what fool I am….Gently, the silence was disturbed by the sound of black leather upon the sofa as she stood up, yet no speech did she but utter. I put my head down in shame. Then as almost as if she was a spirit, she materialized in front of me. My heart was heavy with guilt, all I did was stare at. I finally relive my clit, and I gently pinch it between two fingers. Oh that feels so good. I love playing with my clit. I just wish a sexy girl was here with me, eating me out. Teasing me, playing with my clit, and thrusting her tongue into my pussy, driving me crazy. Well all I can do is imagine. I imagine as I play with myself that this sexy girl is licking my slit, making me wetter, and even more horny. I start to moan thinking about this. I continue reading the story, still imagining the. A blank emotionless emptiness was all she could see in his brown eyes. ‘But he is a moody Cancer, and perhaps tonight will be different,’ she thought Jenny finished dressing. Her heels clicked as she walked down the hall to the door. A lovely late spring morning with a slight cool breeze greeted her. She opened the car door and sat down. She noticed the rose and hand written note in the passenger’s seat. A smile came quickly as she read his poem. there are many beautiful places pristine.