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 The
next thing I know she's on my bed, breathing beery hot breath onto the
back of my thigh! I was quite distracted talking to poor old Garry ...
she starts stroking my hair and pulling at the phone line like she really
needs my attention ... and after ignoring her for a minute or so of what
seemed like some really intimate petting ... she pulls the phone out of
my hand and shouts down the phone "Sorry Jerry ... she's gotta go ... its
urgent!" and she hangs up on him!
"His
name's GARRY and you KNOW it!" I said ... still slightly shocked at her
outrageous behaviour but also a little aroused at the proximity of the
smooth warm skin of her stomach and my tush...
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