Our new Friend – anal threesome ffm

She’s sitting there on the couch, her head turned at me, and she’s listening. She, me and Emma have been talking for over an hour. Emma is now in the kitchen, fetching refills for gin and tonics that have slowly shifted our moods, from a nervous awkwardness to something more intimate. Nicer. Close.

A moment later, Emma enters the room, her arrival announced by the clicking of ice in crystal glasses, which at that time seems to be the most erotic sound imaginable. Our friend doesn’t take her eyes from mine. Emma joins us on the couch, sitting behind her. She places the three glasses on the coffee table, and her hands now free, places them on our friend’s shoulders. I transfer my gaze to her, and she smiles.

“You both seem to have a nice time, what could you talk about?”

“You,” I replied, smiling, too.

“Really?” she asks. “I’d rather talk about our new friend here.”

She leans slightly forward and kisses her on the curve of her shoulder, through the thin white V-neck sweater she wears.

“She’s beautiful, don’t you think?”

She kisses him again, this time on bare skin between her shoulder and neck, and our friend tilts her head a little to one side, sighing softly and opening her mouth. Emma’s hands move gently along her body, brushing the sides of her breasts.

“God, your body is beautiful,” says Emma, her fingers gently stroking her stomach, just below the curve of her breasts. “And you’re not wearing a bra.” She looks at me now; “See?”

She reaches and pulls down the front of the rider which is the only thing between me and the beautiful breasts of our friend, past the point where a bra would have become visible. Her nipples now hard push against the tissue.

“I don’t think I’m going to move to that drink right away,” I say and lean forward, hanging a finger on the V-neck, helping Emma pull the rider down again. A hard nipple tilts as the seam passes over head, then comes out, pointing at me. I lean further forward and down, and she arched her back a little. She gets up to meet me, which makes it easier to take that hard knot between my lips. I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently. She pulls her breath in a slow contribution, and twists towards Emma, closing her eyes and kissing her deeply – a movement that pushes her chest harder against my mouth. I suck harder, and slide my hand around his bow back, pulling it even closer.

We stay like this a little, kissing and licking. Then I stand up and watch our friend lean back further. She twists around over, her kissing with Emma deepening and her V-neck sweater lifting again, covering her nipple rock-hard again. It is still described – on the side now – through the fabric, even without the top being pulled tightly against it. I reach out to touch it, feel its hardness through the soft material. Lifting the weight of his chest a little, I cut and caress him, enjoying his shape and curve.

I sit and watch for a long time at a more beautiful and erotic show than anything I thought I would ever see. My love, Emma, and our beautiful new friend kissing passionately on the couch. I remember we met her both at a party a long time ago. I had been struck, and she and Emma had found instant intimacy, laughing together on glasses of wine. Later that evening, while Emma and I were lying together in bed, we were kissing, touching each other and getting ready to fuck, she had surprised me by saying out loud exactly what was in my mind since we were back at the House.

“I think I want to fuck her,” she said, “I think I want to kiss her while you watch, and play with her nice, round, soft boobs.”

“Oh my God, I too,” I replied. And so, for half an hour, while we were playing, and we came, she told me in detailed and dirty language, precisely what she wanted to do to her, what she wanted me to do to them both, and what they both wanted to do to me.

These words are on my mind, as I descend, and lift the rider on our friend’s head. She breaks with the kiss, and stands up, turning to me. She raises her arms over her head so I can keep undressing her. His eyes are open, bright, his smile wide.

After that first night, Emma and I hadn’t talked about it, we were lying together, breathless and happy, and we were asleep. The thoughts of another woman’s body remained on our two minds that we had drifted away. It is no exaggeration to say that Emma was the love of my life. Finding, and falling in love with her had been nothing less than an inexplicable miracle. She had saved me from my life in a bed, small drug dealers, a dull, dead-end job, and a future of weekend explosions that would probably have landed me in jail – or perhaps worse. Sex with Emma has always been wonderful, and filled with love for each other. But still, I wondered if these a few times in my past during which I had been offered a chance with two women had gone differently if I hadn’t been so shy… I was wondering how it could have worked.

And until that night, almost two years ago, I thought these fantasies were mine alone.

Emma leans forward, picks up her gin, tingling ice in the glass. She says, leaning against one of the big round pillows, “It’s your turn, I think I want to drink that drink and you guys look at it for a little while.”

She smiles cheekily, sips delicately glass, and settles back, with her free hand resting on her thigh. She wears the black dress that I often named as my favorite. We had chosen it together for tonight, a few evenings ago, during a very nice dress-up session, which had, as you might expect, ended up with us both naked and happy. The dress wraps around and is held together with a unique brass buckle on the elastic belt that helps the top half of the dress hug Emma’s beautiful breasts.

And so it’s my turn. Our friend gets up, and I sit forward on the couch, bringing my face level with her belly button. I gently kiss her belly and reach my hands behind her. She wears a pale orange skirt, which goes rather perfectly with her white sweater that is now lying on the floor. Her legs are bare and long, and I can’t feel any underwear under that skirt. I lift it with my fingers as I kiss his belly more firmly, moving my hands on his firm. I find that she wears the smallest thong, one that surely does not even work as an item of underwear. I want to see what she looks like, wearing just that – wearing only the thong, without the skirt – but maybe I’m still unsure. Instead, I continue to kiss and lick around the top of the skirt, up to her navel, caressing the slightly soft flesh of her belly with my tongue.

“It’s so nice,” she says with a sigh.

“No, I can’t help it,” Emma says. “If he’s not going to take that skirt off you, I’m going to have to do it.” Emma moves off the couch, kneels behind her, and slowly pulls the skirt down.

“You two,” said our friend, “mmmm…

She pushes her hips towards me, my face now inches away with the little piece of underwear I had been so eager to see. It is elegant, and shiny, with a slight patch of moisture from her, whose outline I could clearly see through the fabric. Her skin is pale and soft, and I kiss her right thigh, where her leg bends away, just under her. And again, this time on this dark spot, taste for the first time. I sit slightly, and Emma’s hands, in a perfectly timed moment, appear on either side of her hips. She pulls down the thin straps that hold the triangle in place, revealing the shiny bare lips of her. Our friend lifts one leg, then the other, to allow Emma to completely remove the underwear and skirt, giving me a seductive glimpse of her clititme of her sequestered lips. My heart lurks deliciously in my chest. She moves slightly for balance, and lifts her leg again, this time higher, on the couch to my left. Her thighs are spread, her lips separated, revealing the beautiful folds of her. Emma is to my right, lasciviously looking at this image of decadence, as I eagerly bury my face between her legs.

Her taste is overwhelming, her naked so delicious. I get my tongue as far as I can, licking long scans between his lips, on his clitaction, trying to give him a film with the tip of my tongue. It’s something I’m not particularly good at, and Emma has never been very impressed with my efforts, but she seems to like it. She shakes her hips slightly every time I change direction, and grinds them a little, and lets out slight moans and moans, and I hear Emma say;

“I think she likes it…” and then to our friend, looking at her, “You like it, don’t you?”

A groan from above, “Mmmm, fuck yes…”

Emma looks back at me, “Here, come here, I want to taste it, I want to taste it on you.”

I lean back from my licking and turn to my right, where Emma is kneeling, still wearing her black dress. The brass buckle is undone, the elastic belt suspended downwards, and the dress is open slightly, revealing that she is not wearing a bra either. Emma kisses me, sharing with me the intoxicating taste of the I had licked a few seconds ago. As her tongue slips in front of mine, I wonder whether or not she wears panties under her half-open dress.

Emma holds my face in her hands while our tongues play into each other’s mouths, and our new beautiful friend kneels on the carpet to join us.

“It was beautiful,” she says, “and it’s beautiful too.”

She moves behind Emma and begins to unwrap her, the black dress opening to reveal Emma’s beautiful breasts. I walk away from the kiss, I stray from the path. The dress is untied, and she removes it, Emma lifting herself to free it between her heels and her stockings. She’s on her knees now, her legs apart, my question answered. I reach out to touch the blonde hair of her as she swings a little from side to side, naked, watching me look at her.

“Okay,” our friend tells me, “I think it’s your turn again.”

And she stands, naked, thin and proud. I get up slowly too, taking advantage of the changing sight of her body, from the thighs to the bald, the belly-button, the round breasts, the smiling and beautiful face.

She watches me get up, following my eyes as they move over her, enjoying my gaze. “We’re both naked, but you still have your clothes on,” she says.

Emma also stands and slides a bare arm around our friend’s waist, saying, “I think it’s time we fixed this.” She looks at her, “it’s going to be hard for both of us to suck his cock until it comes into your mouth if he still has his pants.”

She laughs as she pushes me back on the couch, and then she turns around, and kisses our new friend, apparently forgetting me momentarily. Their tongues move together, their hands move on each other’s bare skin, caressing, squeezing, pushing their bodies and breasts together. I take the opportunity to undo my belt and fight out of my jeans. It’s never an elegant operation, my hard cock making it even harder than usual. They break their kiss, look at me and smile.

“At that point,” Emma told me.

She kneels between my legs, pulls the jeans as I’m still half worn down, and frees my feet from them. She’s disading my knees. She looks at me, with a mischievous and debauched smile on her face. Moving forward, she licks my cock from her base, slowly all the way up, tilts her head forward, and takes her length into her mouth. His tongue is long and warm – his mouth soft and warm. This first electricity moves through me as she runs her lips down my cock, stretching my foreskin back, swallowing me.

She grabs the tree of my cock with both hands and begins to fuck me with her lips and mouth, moving up and down. With each blow, a blissful pleasure begins to come together. Her tingling and surges mingle with the twin sensations of her hair falling on my chest, and her breasts brushhering thighs.

Our friend, still standing, walks to the couch. On her knees next to me, she bends down and starts licking and kissing me gently on the cheek.

“We’ve planned everything,” she says, “between kisses, I like to swallow the coming at the beginning.” She moves, her lips almost touching mine, continuing in a whisper. “Emma’s going to keep sucking your dick, and then she’s going to get you into my mouth.”

She begins to kiss my cheek again, muttering, “Don’t worry, you’ll still have to fuck one, or maybe even the two of us, and while you’re getting over my mouth with your coming, I’ll lick Emma’s pussy and clitoris until let her come.

“She said she’s going to need your mouth on her breasts, because she’s not sure I’ll be able to quite finish her, and so when you’re ready, it will be your job…” She’s still kissing me. I love the sound of the word on her lips, the sound of all the dirty, erotic words she uses. His attentions on my cheek left him tingling, skin alive with electricity, as if his kisses were each continuing.

While I appreciate her words, Emma gives me her full attention, my cock slipping in and out of her mouth, her hands firm on my tree. Every few moments she stops, and licks in circles around her head, her long tongue bent around her shape, before taking me deep into her mouth again. The feeling is exquisite, every trip in his mouth could make me come by himself. Licks, and sucks, the features of his tongue, his lips and hands on me, joining in a transparent experience of pleasure.

Our friend leans back from the kiss, looking directly into my eyes. But right now, it’s time for you to lick my again.

She swings a leg on my chest, and shimmies on the couch, pushing her bald and delicious into my face. I take her with both hands and pull her towards me, leaning against the cushion behind my head. I try to match the rhythm of the licks I give her hole and her clitoris to the long strokes that Emma delivers to my cock. I move one hand further around her cheek, keeping the pressure with the other, always pushing her into my face while I lick. I arrive from behind in the humidity of her, lifting these juices up to her, moving experimentally in small circles around her tight and closed entrance. She waved her in response, pushing back against my finger.

“Oh, mmmm, Emma said you liked to do that, and I told her you can do whatever you want, and most of all, you can do it.” She pushes her butt harder. I want you to push that long wet finger as far into my tight little as you can get it. Her voice is slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to enjoy the sensation of every word she says, the shape of them in her mouth … tight and fucking and asshole.

And so I do, and she squeaks a little, and I push harder, with my tongue inside her beautiful. The taste is more delicious than any wine, the sensation of my cock in Emma’s mouth more intense a pleasure that I think I can bear.

I take a chance and slide a second finger next to the first one, which takes a bit of soaking it in and out of it to make it wet as her needs it to be. But he’s here, and I’m lost in the feeling. The taste of her, my two fingers clenched inside her, my other hand still pushing her pussy on my face, and my cock receiving the pipe of her life. An intensity builds up in my chest, tendrils of pleasure move through my body, and I realize that if Emma doesn’t stop sucking me soon, I’ll start coming, and there won’t stop it.

But Emma doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of slowing down. She’s very good at sucking me until I’m sure I’ve passed the point of no return, and then she stops and goes back to kiss me with the taste of my cock on her lips and tongue – and so I focus on our pussy friends. I lick him as hard as I can, flashing his clitaction at the top, and pushing my tongue into his hole at the bottom. I hold her against my face with one hand, sliding my other’s two fingers in and out of her. Above me, she moans at every push, squirms at every lick, clinging to the back of the couch for support.

Emma accelerates, grabbing my cock, now just sucking her swollen head into her mouth, before releasing it, and bending all over her round tip. She does it over and over and over again, and again. Fuck me with her wet lips, in a perfect and relentless rhythm.

Besides, it’s suddenly too late.

A rising and unstoppable force rises in me, moving through my body. I push my hips up unintentionally. I begin to come, unable to contain him, helpless. The sensation of pumping liquid from my dick is so intense that I scream. Emma sinks on me, pushes my cock straight down her throat, and I feel her swallow, and swallow, and suck every drop of me until she finally lets me go, and falls back on the soft carpet.

“Oh my God,” said our friend, “did you bring him here?” You said you never did that. She is impressed, and with a simulated rumble in her voice said, “I wanted that come into my mouth, now I’ll have to come out there and taste it on you.”

She climbs me, my fingers leaving her, my tongue that leaves her. She kisses me while my eyes are still closed in a delirious mist exhausted of persistent pleasure and happiness. “It was very nice,” she said, “you relax a little there, and think about all the bad things you still want to do to us.” I feel her moving away from Emma, “but don’t be too long,” she adds.

I lift my legs on the couch, i collapse sideways against a cushion, and I open my eyes to see Emma sit at again, her topless swaying a little as she leans over the coffee table. She takes a long glass of her almost forgotten gin and tonic, the ice cubes falling forward into the glass against her upper lip.

Our friend crawls towards her, “I can’t believe you swallowed it,” she says, gently kissing her on the cheek while she drinks.

“I know, I can’t believe it either,” Emma says, fucking the glass. “I don’t think I’m going to get into it,” she adds, “it’s a bit yuk.” She makes a face, pulling out her tongue.

“I love it,” our friend tells her, “but I guess it’s an acquired taste…

“You’re a monster.” Emma laughs, and they kiss again, on the lips this time.

Emma sits back, “Come here, freak,” she says, smiling a broad and beautiful smile, her naked body welcoming, her breasts resting soft and round her chest, her hard nipples.

Our friend is leaning on Emma, her hands and knees. She kisses him once on the lips again, before continuing these kisses in a path on her body, on her breasts. She plants a delicate kiss on each nipple, and continues in a straight line on her belly, crawling backwards, stopping once her lips reach Emma’s pussy.

Emma comes down to our friend’s head, as her begins to receive long, slow, deep licks. Emma’s hands stony her neck, caress her hair, and I hear Emma’s breaths deepen to the long sighs I know are a sign of her pleasure. She enjoys the complete licking of her reception, and I’m there for a few moments, listening to her pleasure build, to the erotic sound of her long breaths. I watch our friend’s go forward and back, as she delivers these licks.

Then I remember; I had come on them about a week ago, she would come regularly, and I was often there when I arrived from work. After that first time we had met, and that first time in bed that Emma had me out of breath told me of her fantasies, she’d become a good friend to both of us. There had been no rehearsal of that night, Emma had not spoken about it again, and I had not asked. Maybe I was just hoping that if she became our friend, something could happen naturally, and in any case, I didn’t want to derail what was becoming a beautiful friendship between the three of us.

She and Emma were learning the guitar together, something Emma had always wanted to do, but something she had never quite put her efforts into. Our friend however, during one of the many evenings we had spent after dinner together, talking about the leftovers of wine and the desert, had matched Emma’s unsatisfied ambition. Together, they announced that they would do just that.

And so she and Emma were spending a few hours on Thursday when Emma’s work ended early, and mine late, sitting across from each other on chairs, performing cruel and unnecessary acts on poor defenseless guitar chords. Later, their cruelty spread to murdering songs. But together, for months, they found that the songs were not quite finished by their efforts. Eventually, they even started to sound pretty good.

Most of these Thursdays I had heard their gradual improvement playing through the window of our living room as I walked up to the door. I had heard them stop once they heard me come in as they were a little uncomfortable with even an audience of one. Then we talked for a while together until it was time for her to leave. This time, however, I had heard no music, only silence, and instinctively had made my entrance quieter too. As I had brought him into the room, I had seen the briefest of them sharing a passionate kiss, their hands on each other’s body. They had separated, and our friend had jumped, made an apology, and fled.

Emma, mortified, had followed her, but returned alone and silently. I told her that I didn’t mind, that I knew she loved me, and that I loved her, and that I could easily share her with someone else. After talking, and sending our friend a few text messages, after a few days had passed, she came back. She had arrived with a bottle of gin, in her blue denim jacket, a thin white sweater, her breasts clearly described and unrestrained by something as inelegant as a bra. Her slender legs had been more revealed than covered by her pale, pleated, orange skirt. She looked a little shy, but had said, with a cheeky inclination of her beautiful head; “Are you ready, then?”

The memory of her arrival dressed so beautifully, and the image of her naked in front of me, licking Emma’s so skilfully, so deliberately, is overwhelming. My heart beating hard in my chest, I leave the safety of the couch and move on the carpet on my hands and knees to join them on the floor. I’m lying next to Emma, and she’s turning her head towards me.

“You brought me here,” I said, smiling.

“Shhh,” she replies.

We kiss, we slip languages and we drag ourselves. I move my hand over her body, on her breasts, towards the blonde hair of her, and down again, to where our friend’s tongue slides up and down. From the cliton to the hole and back. I begin to massage her clitoris from above, moving my kiss from her mouth to her chest, looking for her nipple with my eyes closed. I pull it into my mouth, giving her snacks and sucks, the way through the years together I had learned that she loved.

Emma’s breath catches her in the throat, as she whispers, almost to herself, “Oh my God, fucking hell, my god…”

I keep my rhythm, trying to match the licks that Emma’s receives, keeping my finger moving in circles on her clitoris, feel the tongue join him, and come back, and join him again, knowing that the orgasm that Emma needs is Close. A good orgasm takes time, and patience, and we both silently apply ourselves, our fingers, our mouths, our tongues, to Emma’s pleasure. His breathing accelerates, his breaths become words;

“Yes… Yes… Yes…” she arched her back, pushing her chest into my hard mouth, and shouting, “FUCK! Oh my god YES…!”

It’s the loudest sound she’s ever made on the way in. As much as I am able to remember, proving that there is nothing to match receiving the attention of two people who love you, who concentrate all efforts on the task of bringing you as much pleasure as your body is able to receive.

She collapses again on the ground, trembling, as her continues to receive gentle ministrations from my finger, and the tongue of our friend, until we take pity on her cries and moans. Together, we move up his body to share a difficult logistics, but incredibly erotic, three-way kiss. Our tongues together, sharing the taste of Emma’s. After a moment or two, Emma walks away from the kiss, and laughs;

“It was amazing, oh my God,” she said. She closes her eyes and sighs a long sigh of satisfaction. She opens them again, and extends her arms over her head, lifting her breasts upwards as she lies there. She relaxes again on the carpet, resting her arms on her body.

“I want to watch you fuck now, I’m a little tired,” she says with a smile.

Our friend stands up, facing me, kneeling with her thighs apart. She draws a line on her body with a fingernail, leaving a slight drag in her flesh, before moving her down into her naked. She slips her finger inside, and, rising to her lips and tongue, she tastes herself with a smile. “Emma,” she said, “I think I know what he wants.”

Emma smiled at him, “Oh, I know exactly what he wants,” and then to me, “it’s OK, I want you. I want to watch it.

And so, my heart beating hard, my vision swimming and tilting with the eroticism of the moment, I hear the words;

“I want your beautiful hard cock in my ass until you come. I love it. And with her invitation still vibrating in my ears, she turns, swivelling on her right knee, and introduces me to her round cheeks, her sparkling, and her tight, dark, pleated. Even after coming into Emma’s mouth, the sight of this beautiful pussy and round ass in front of me made my cock start to grow again. I’m still lying on my side next to Emma. She sits down, and looks, with a silent and erotic look, as I get up to a kneeling position, and move on to lick ingesting this perfect image of clitoris, past,, and go down. I stand up, move forward, my hardening rising.

Emma is next to me all of a sudden, and produces, apparently out of nowhere, a small bottle of lubricant. He must have been sitting on the table all the time, even though I hadn’t noticed it earlier. She’s starting to coat my dick, and the secret hole he’s about to penetrate. She caresses my length, a fire begins to burn again, and I watch as she slides a finger inside this beautiful, spreading the lubricant deeper. She inserts a second finger next to the first and is rewarded with a deep groan and reknowing our friend.

“Ooooh, Mmmmm, yes…” she says, “It’s fucking hot.”

Emma twists her fingers inside her.

“Fuck, my god, mmm, yes.” And then, “fuck, yes… fucking, fuck …”

Emma continues to writhe, pushing her fingers further at each turn.

Our friend turns to us. “I want his dick,” she says. She looks at me directly, “Now.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. Emma slips her fingers out of it. I position myself to his dark and secret hole, before he makes closed winks again, and press the front. My cock bends slightly, but Emma holds it true as I push inwards, and slide inside.

“Ahhhh, ow, urgghhh, yes…” our friend gasps and squeaks a little, as his asshole stretches around the head of my cock.

The feeling is extraordinary, a new experience, which I wanted so long, for so long. An does not feel like a that I discover, it’s tighter, harder. He grabs and squeezes, and my dick hardens even more in response. We’re staying there for a while, Emma’s hand on my dick. I’m hot and held, inside this perfect, as it starts to relax around me.

“Fuck me, ” commands our friend, pushing back against me, pressing me forward.

And I begin, in one movement, slow, firm, to bury my entire length inside her, Emma’s hand freeing me as I move forward.

She shouts, “AAaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Kiss! Yes!… Ahhhh!

Emma looks, caressing the cheek of the ass closest to her, as I withdraw, and slide forward again, fucking that perfect asshole in the slow and long shots. With each deep invasion, our friend’s moans increase in volume, and the fire in me begins to focus, a heat collection at the base of my cock.

Emma hangs her left arm around my waist, matching my features with her body against mine, joining in the movement. She pushes her breasts against me and starts kissing and licking my neck. The tingling of these kisses travels in chills and waves, down, fuelling this fire, joining it, intensifying it.

Between her breaths, our friend manages to pants;

“Oh… God…. Kiss… Yes,” she pushes hard back against me as I push, taking my whole dick easily, loving every inch of its length.

“Fuck … Me…”…” she moans.

Emma starts whispering in my ear, alternating her words with licks and kisses, “Fuck, it’s so fucking hot, fuck her…” She lowers her hand to my, alternating pushing me forward with following me back as I slide in and out of our friend’s, moving smooth and long, Emma’s breath against my near and warm ear.

Each deep push brings me closer, every emma kiss a tipping point to a new aspect of sensation. Each push into this so tight and deep, each pull-out a relieve of pressure, but letting me want to push home again. I fuck her, inside and out, slippery, lubricated, intense and perfect. It can’t go on forever, even if Emma had taken so much of my coming into her mouth, there’s somehow even more. And in a long simmering pumping spasm, I’m a Finn, a release that flows through all the nerves in my body. Even the sole of my feet tingles with the energy of it.

I collapse forward, and together our friend and I are reneging on our right, on the soft carpet. My cock is still deep in his ass, its length softening as I slide a hand up his body, and around, coming to rest holding her left breast gently. Emma moves behind me, her breasts pushed against my back, her hard nipples noticeable against my skin, her hot breath on my neck.

“Did you like it?” she asks me softly.

“It was amazing,” I say.

Our friend sighs, “Mmmm, I can feel you’re still in me,” she says.

I gently push myself into it, feeling the inside of her hot grabbing me.

“That’s good,” she says.

She squeezes again, and this time I’m pushed out, more hard enough to stay inside her. “I’m a little sore now,” she admits, “and I haven’t come here yet either… she sighs, “but I think I’m done for the night.”

“I’m sorry — ” I’m beginning to apologize, but Emma interrupts;

“He’s terrible like that, he always comes and leaves me hanging,” she laughs.

“I can – “I’m starting again, I’m about to explain what I’d like to do to finish it off, but our friend laughs too.

“It’s good guys,” she says, “it was wonderful.” She smiles and sighs merrily again. “I certainly won’t be coming home tonight anyway,” she walks away from us, on her back. She stretches, arms on her head, her long straight legs, her breasts each pulled two forms of mirror-image tear.

“I’m sleeping in your bed tonight.” She goes back, facing us, “Nice and hot between you two beautiful people, and in the morning you’ll catch up, both of you.”

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