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Friends: Dear Diary
Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: dudeman_85, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
onto my knees and thighs. --- "Just then, we heard Dad coming up from the basement. He yelled and asked if I was done making up Chandler's room. I shouted out some lame answer as I stood up and we quickly got decent again. I put my bra back on, zipped up my dress, and pulled the bottom back down, just as Dad walked in the bedroom. He helped us get out the linens and make up the bed. The whole time, he didn't even notice that I was pushing my hem down to hide the wet spots on my legs. Dad can be so clueless sometimes. And I'm glad for that! Rachel was very close to her own orgasm. She kept on fingering herself, vigorously, wanting so much to cum. She read on, hoping there would be more. --- "Dad left the room, and we waited a bit before following him. I heard a whisper behind me, apologizing for getting stuff on my stockings. I told him that it was alright and that I had some spot remover that would get the stain out. --- "Actually, I'm not going to wash them. I want them like that, to help remember tonight. But there's one thing I just don't know. Is it horribly wrong that I gave my b*****r a blow job?" Those last words echoed in Rachel's mind. ... She could hear Monica saying them. "Is it horribly wrong I gave my b*****r a blow job?" Rachel's body released, and as she came, the myriad of images racing through her mind changed. In every one, Chandler's figure transformed into Ross. In every one, young Monica was sucking her b*****r's cock. "Oh... oh Monica," she moaned, as she gasped for air. "Oh, Ross. Yes... yes... cum in her mouth... oh Monica... ohhhh..." When she could no longer keep the climax, Rachel eased her hand. But she relived the moments after the siblings' orgasms, as she settled into her glowing warmth. Monica swallowing Ross cum and wiping her chin. Both of them quickly dressing so they wouldn't get caught. That thought snapped her back to reality. She couldn't get caught with Monica's diary, especially not like this. So she slid off the bed and pulled up her pants. Running back top Monica's room, she returned the diary, and made sure that nothing was out of place. She settled into the living room couch. Images still fresh in her mind. She smiled, deep in thought. The candlesticks didn't matter anymore. Her roommate had unknowingly given her an even better parting gift.