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Sorry, Lisa Blogging away
Up in the kitchen. alone Bill is asleep uoostairs. While making a drink just slid my hand
down the back not front of my sweatpants.
Remembering a man who I had no idea would be my husband's best man at our wedding.
In any case was working at gang run restuarant as a waitress. Truth is I made my money flauntig
my legs flirting and selling blow.My future husband and his friend were easy obvious tragets.
So, went out on a few dates with my Mr. 6'8 perfects muscles man not my future husband.
Second date, yes we fucked on the first one. Why the hell not with a man like him?
He at least called back, Not sure what I was wearing legs always work for me but 90% sure
it was jeans. Looking back maybe wanted to leave it as one night, get lost .
I made sure we had a traditional date, dinner, he pays. Good night kiss etc.
On the good night kiss he slipped his hand down the back of my jeans and moved his hand between my
legs. OMFG OMFG. Was I going to stop him? FUCK no..
Cannot recall the rest of the might but do remember getting him back by being agressive and making him
feel like he will be fucked, when I say so..
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