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Truths about Us

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I masturbate to orgasm while my beautiful friend watches

Truths So she found this dress in the attic. It was bright orange, low cut, tiny waist, huge skirt, Gone With the Wind style. I wrapped her hair in a soft messy bun on her head and laid her on the lounge couch. She looked like a fantasy. Then I stripped off my clothes and sat down in a huge armchair across from her. For a few minutes I just breathed it in. I started with my hair, running my hands through it, leaning back in pleasure, looking at her. Desiring. I covered my eyes with one hand and felt my eyelashes flutter against my palm. When I opened them she was still there. Smiling, this little wistful, soft smile. The lights in this old attic ballroom were half burnt out, giving it the feel of candlelight. The woman in front of me was exquisite. I ran my finger down over my throat, traced my collarbone and dipped to just between my breasts. Then using both hands I massaged my neck, the tips of my fingers pressing into the base of my skull before brushing my hair away and letting my hands fall gently over my shoulders, palms only, running the outline of my body from top to bottom. I rubbed the bottoms of my feet and began to work my way up my calves, massaging, and sliding. Sometimes only my fingers would trace the contours of my muscles. As I reached my knees I stretched my legs out long, draped each of them over an arm of the couch, and began again on my journey upward. Legs spread wide, palms pressing the insides of my thighs, I would squeeze them tight, drawing pain that I could use to draw release when I wanted it. Both hands met in the middle and dived between my waiting, wet labia. Her groan drew my attention and I looked up to see the heat in her eyes, the taut nipples under her gown, her warm breasts filling the bodice and overflowing gently. She was watching me and running her fingers over those breasts, and moaning. I removed my class ring and my bracelet slowly. Then I moved to my breasts cupping them, kneeding them, pinching around my nipples till finally I pinched them simultaneously. Heat filled me again. Still I was watching her. And she was glued on me. Her eyes never left me. I allowd my left hand to tease my right breast but slowly I licked and dropped my right hand to my clit. I rubbed it till it began to swell, them made a tight first with my hand and slowly, turning, pushing, and sliding, worked it inside of me. Her eyes were wide and she was holding back her need to touch me. As I pulsed my hand back and forth I fought to keep my eyes open and look at her. God she was beautiful and she was devouring me with her eyes. I licked each finger on my left hand and then rubbed my clit with them one at a time. Faster and faster, and allowing my hand to open inside of me I could press from the outside in, and the inside out. And then she batted her misty, lovers eyes at me and I came, barely able to stay in the chair. I groaned in agony and ecstasy. I pushed my damp hair out of my face, and just started at her. She could have been a movie poster. But here she was, alive in front of me. I did not kiss her but I should have. I regret that now, but it is what it is. I don't know if that dress still hangs in the Attic closet. But I wonder.

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