- Morning threesome. Part 1
- Morning threesome. Part 2
- Morning threesome. Part 3: Unexpectedly
- Morning threesome. Part 4
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- Hi, - I carefully sat on the edge of the couch, looking expectantly at her husband.
He looked confused. Paused. The husband was holding an empty cup of coffee in his hands, occasionally bringing it to his lips, and just as lost again lowered it. Heck! He clearly heard my nonsense from the bedroom about who is better and all that.
It was terribly embarrassing and sad. The experience just experienced dissolves and disappears without a trace. At heart remained only a trace of past debauchery, giving bitterness. I picked the words ...
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