I a being
I is Being
I is being for things I believe in and against
those I do not
But ohman I gotta leaveIm leaving it to him
he his I sense something
coming down the pipe that I didnt want to be drawn into seek a safe deniable distance hehim cretinous coudnt help himself kraazy chick kept coming to his tablerefusing
to sit but then shed put her foot up on
the edge of the table she was wearing a
skirt white cotton panties hard
not to noticeharder to look away HesIm a guy
So Im leaving her to
himdon need nonsense in my life
he didnt mind he confessed she reminded him of grade school Catholic
girls
she returned to him twothree
times after I
left each time a touch more inebriatedconfessing
things she did was for the thrillbecause What the hell, I’m young.
he was enjoying her attention had to take it when he could
the last she approached him put her foot on the
table again she wasnt wearing panties Thawas something smiling ferallywidening her legs
she asked What are you looking at?
Im
looking at you he said
then looking up into her face he said An Im looking at you
HA!
she blurtedspreading her legs real wide then slowly closed them I’m a little tipsyyou
should take me home . take me . . and my friend home.
My girlfriend.
Girlfriend girlfriend or girl
friend
Ah she nodded asif he made a sage
remark . . there is a distinction . .
. . There
is these days I have friends no
boyfriends
She’s my girlfriend.
he looked between her legs Take you home or my place
Depends on you, Sara’s game.
he looked up Shes game because yare game or game on her own
Weeell . she’s not like me . . but
she’s not unlike me eithershe helped me out of my panties . . gave me a deep
kiss for luck.
Wellhell sobeit yare in luck
they walked out of the bar
togetherhis arms around their waists steadying themdirecting them Sara
and Tara Thelma
and Louise crept cross his mind Whawere the chances
Tara asked What do you drive?
I have a stationwagon . .
. . Are you
kidding?old school?
Was my old mans He didnt drive it muchthough he loved how it
looked he liked showing it off in the garage
Tara leaning forward around him Sara! backseat's mine, I wanna sprawl
out.
Ohgreat. Sara wasnt talkative
he thought she might not really
be keen on Taras proposalthat she had left it to him although as they walked he copped a feel little tit firm her nipple responded to his touch
he leaned them against the back quarter
panel unlocked the car opened the back door for Tara and helped her in she crawled in on her face her hips up her
skirt around her waist Jesus wha a sight Sara in his arm he closed the door at
Taras heels
She’s something huh? Sara asked
She is tha
She's uninhibited . . that’s what
attracts me to her.
Uninhibited
Absolutely! Impeccably.
walking around the front of the
car he asked her if they lived togethershared an address
You taking us home? Not your
place?
Im takin ya home I couldnt
believe he said tha wasnt his usual stylewas he rubbing off on him SHIT
That’s sweet.
Im
not sweet They were not
Sara gave him the address
he opened the door for herheld her
by the elbow to guide her in
she said Wai wai . . wait.
Yes
she nearly climbed him to kiss
himkissed him feverishlydeeply he cupped her ass she grinded on him his mind gushed Maybe we take em
home
he
broke it offhis
cock crying Wha the fuck man
Into the car Sara Don get me wrong Id love to have
you and Tara under different
circumstances Out under the blush of booze
he helped her in
she mumbled again he was sweet
trussing her in the seatbelt he
saw Tara reversed herselfhead to the door she was on her back legs wide masturbating
blouse open bra yanked up over her breasts clutching one lapping her nipple eyeing
him
Sara could hear
I told you she was
uninhibited . . whaever Tara wants she usually gets.
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