I thought that might send me over the edge there and then, but it didn't, so I wrapped my hand around my cock and started to pump it rhythmically. I w...asn't thinking of anything in particular, when all of a sudden the sound of Zack's voice filled my ears. I spasmed slightly and a feeling of pleasure shot up my spine, but I wasn't quite done yet. Without deliberation I tried to undress my best friend in my mind, even though I'd never seen him fully naked before. I tried to imagine what his dick. We had traded quite a few e-mails during that time, but to learn about some of the same events with her sitting before me, to hear her voice instead of simply read her words, it made a significant difference. ‘So,’ I finally asked, only somewhat jokingly, ‘whose heart got broken because you had to come home for the summer?’ Cassie gave me a shy smile as she took another sip of milk. ‘Okay, not my business to know. I understand.’ She set her glass down on the kitchen table. ‘Actually, no. All that responsibility meant was that she never had any real fun. She was on her third glass of orange juice – Alcohol free, thanks. – and was refolding her cheap paper napkin for the third time when a shadow fell over her table, blocking the light from the dance floor. When the shadow didnt say anything, she resumed folding her napkin, hoping that whatever poor drunken soul was standing over her would get the hint and walk away. When the shadow – which she noted was unmistakably male – still. Her sounds were very nearly unearthly. She was sobbing, groaning, crying out, and screaming all at once. An eavesdropper would have sworn someone was being severely tortured. The only one she could reach was Rick. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and was pushing her face into his so hard his lips were burning. Every time she tried to kiss him, another wave of passion would overtake her and it would come out as a cow lowing. She was almost exhausted, but had to keep going because she.