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“What was going right on through my head as my pal Sarah* slid her hand from my breasts, down my stomach and underneath the musical organization of my knickers? The state that is unkempt of pubic locks? Sarah don’t notice, so that as her fingers discovered my clitoris, neither did we.
It wasn’t the way I expected a few drinks that are after-work a Thursday evening to get rid of. Continue reading “exactly What this really is like to own intercourse with one of the earliest feminine buddies”