My First THREESOME
MY FIRST THREESOME
I woke up from a close encounter of the third kind and trying to work out which arm belonged to whom. The hairy one was not mine that was the easy bit. Breakfast was a nightmare. My partner went into a sulk and would not speak to the third party, an old friend of ours. She accused me of leading them both on. Our friend just sat in the kitchen wearing little more than a grin, which annoyed my partner even more. Within days our relationship had ended. What he thought would be a turn on, became a turn off.
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