I really do get so turned on by my friend.My hunger grew every second away from him. The distance between us killed me. My heart ached for his presenc... and my pussy pounded at the thought of him. He was my everything and I couldn’t wait to talk to him, to see his face, to see the look in his eyes when I smile. Everything he does drives me crazy!One lonely night of writing fantasies and waiting for him to come on Skype, I started touching myself. I couldn’t help it, the anticipation was killing. “Sorry,” she said, looking thoughtful.I thought for a moment, running my hand along Amy’s naked flank as she looked down at me. “Is that what you came round to tell me?” I caught the guilty expression on her face. “You came round to dump me?” This time Amy shrugged – not an easy thing to do when you’re supporting your own weight on your elbows. “So why did you have sex with me?”“Erm…”“Oh my God. You came round here to dump me.” I ran the phrase around in my head. It made sense – Amy had dumped. With a scream of annoyance, it felt like nothing had changed, her trembling hands clutching the broad sphere of her stomach, beads of sweat breaking out over her body. Still, with labored breaths she kept on trying, the muscles of her midsection set alight with the agonizing strain of pushing against her thrashing child. Then her torment surged to new heights when she felt it move a fraction, the intensity of the pain causing tears to stream down her cheeks. It was moving lower into her. Suddenly I heard the door unlocking. Before I could even raise my head, I heard the door opening and Neenu screaming, “Papa.” Neenu suddenly got up and covered herself with her t-shirt and started crying. I was still in my boxers. I didn’t know what to do.He just saw me wrapped around his daughter’s legs. We both sat on the sofa, not knowing what to do. He didn’t say anything. Just closed the door and walked into his room. Neenu jumped and got dressed. I too got dressed up. I tried to confront.
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