I held the queue stick in my left hand and casually, but intentionally, rubbed my right hand over my meat, stretching it out for her. Then I returned ...her smile.She turned away and started sipping on something on the rocks. I gathered up my winnings from the edge of the pool table, stuck it into my hip pocket, and made my way over to say hello."Hey Bert, I'll have another, " I said to the bartender. I was next to her. "Hello. Doing alright?" I said to her over my shoulder."I'm fine," she. Fuck, fuck, fuck!That night ended with ice cream, vodka and crying on my sweet roommate's shoulder. Karen had never liked my boyfriend and had often suggested that maybe I should switch to her team since all guys were assholes and only a woman really knew how to please another woman. She demonstrated this fact on many rotating coeds (she had brought home at least 50 girls this semester alone) and older women (she brought home a MILF every week too: from teachers, to married women, to even a nun. ” As she sat on the couch her buttocks started to squirm as she was remembering the unbearable pain she suffered. Her remembrance of the pain she suffered that night was manifesting itself psychologically to the point where she was actually starting to feel the actual pain she suffered that night so many years ago as she sat on the couch. Kristen stood and hiked her skirt over her hips and hooked her thumbs inside of her thong and pulled them down around her thighs. She climbed on the couch. "Max, this is my friend Jared. I mentioned him before." I reached out and took his hand in mine, shaking it firmly. The shocked look on his face was humorous as I spoke in my real voice, "Hi, Jared. It's nice to meet you, I'm Max. I take it from your look that Terri's friend Toni did an excellent job after all." "Sorry, Max. It is nice to meet you finally. Terri has mentioned her several times actually. And seeing you like that I understand what she meant." I moved between them and led them.
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