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It all began on a foggy Sunday afternoon. We were lazing around the house, each of us nursing a hangover, wearing what little we had gone to sleep in when we realized it was one o’clock in the afternoon. We made a strong pot of coffee and grubbed whatever was edible in the refrigerator. Taking our plates and cups to the living-room we curled up on the sofa to discuss what had happened the night before. She told me about what and who she saw and I compared it to my vague recollection of the events. “What was his name?” I asked and she laughed. That laugh only a girlfriend can give when she knows exactly what you’ve done. Refueling complete we were on to our next adventure. We shared the shower. As she washed my long red hair she began to ask the questions I always dreaded. I wasn’t as into as she was. In fact I didn’t really enjoy it. I enjoyed the flirting and attracting attention. Sex was just something I did as a thank you for your time and attention. “Did you blow him?” “No,” I retorted her hands massaged my scalp. “Did you touch him at all?” “You know I didn’t.” I leaned to put my hands on the shower rail, her massage weakening my resistance. “How big was he?” she asked as she pulled the suds from the scalp to the ends of the hair dangling across my ass. “Not as big as Randy,” ...
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It all began on a foggy Sunday afternoon. We were lazing around the house, each of us nursing a hangover, wearing what little we had gone to sleep in when we realized it was one o’clock in the afternoon. We made a strong pot of coffee and grubbed whatever was edible in the refrigerator. Taking our plates and cups to the living-room we curled up on the sofa to discuss what had happened the night before. She told me about what and who she saw and I compared it to my vague recollection of the events. “What was his name?” I asked and she laughed. That laugh only a girlfriend can give when she knows exactly what you’ve done. Refueling complete we were on to our next adventure. We shared the shower. As she washed my long red hair she began to ask the questions I always dreaded. I wasn’t as into as she was. In fact I didn’t really enjoy it. I enjoyed the flirting and attracting attention. Sex was just something I did as a thank you for your time and attention. “Did you blow him?” “No,” I retorted her hands massaged my scalp. “Did you touch him at all?” “You know I didn’t.” I leaned to put my hands on the shower rail, her massage weakening my resistance. “How big was he?” she asked as she pulled the suds from the scalp to the ends of the hair dangling across my ass. “Not as big as Randy,” ...
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