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He Was My Best Friend…
Silly girl. She apologizes again for going to the wrong coffee shop the first time. After we order, we sit and wait.
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Update: If you want to read my sex stories with full nudity the ones way too kinky for my blog you can get my membership. Chris and I spent a lot of time together, we were housemates and we would be around one another almost constantly, we shared everything and people often mistook us for being a couple. It never occurred to me that Chris might have been jealous when I had men around my house or when I told him all of my sick sex stories, he just was Chris and I was Samantha and that was that. I guess I was oblivious. At this point in our lives, we both had partners, I was dating an arrogant businessman from the city, he was great in bed but pretty awful at dating but I was bored and wanted to see where it would go. Chris was dating a blonde teacher from the city, she was cute but Chris would tell me that she was jealous of me and once I knew this I noticed it, she would make out with Chris when I was around, she would insist on moaning as loud as she possibly could when they had sex and she knew I was in the house, she hated me hanging around with Chris and we did start distancing ourselves from one another. Life was great at this point, I missed Chris but I knew she made him happy and I wanted what was best for him. He smiled at me as I stumbled through the door, a little tipsy but also so happy that he was there. I suddenly saw Chris in a new light, his white shirt clung to his ripped body, his hair was dishevelled and messy, he had a bit of a tan from the scorching summer sunshine and looked magnificent in the light from the lamp beside him. I sat down next to him in my tight black and white checkered dress, kicking off my red shoes.