your panty farming- go fuck yourself more

After I had seen him storm off and leave her i shot straight to her. She was putting the drinks down and I could feel there were getting to her. I knew the guy who was throwing the party and had been there a lot. I knew that there was a spare bedroom on the other side of the house by there den. I got Net alone and pulled her into the room. She was drunk and spilled her guts that her bf was mad because she would not give it up. She went on to tell me that she was a virgin and only trying she had done was suck dick. She said she felt bad about it and if he waited she would have given it up tonight. Before she knew she was over back we where kissing. Luckily she had on a skirt and before she could realize what was happening I was slamming into her. She kind of said stop but I was rough and I o h , what , Thought I could start over, it didn’t last long. We crossed paths on a night out, he was with friends drinking. He Introduced himself as my godfather. I was flooding in between my legs, all my memories came back. I was nervous, he saw it. Asked my bf if he could speak to me privately outside. He left me with a picture of us he had in his car. Told me to make up a weird excuse and stuffed a note in my bra. I almost cried, I had to act like nothing happened all night. After dinner I read the note in the bathroom. It read: “Cassie I’m divorced, and I need you now. Come home tonight”.

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