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"You sure dude?" He asked. "Yea, just don't feel like it." I answered. After Jeff had a couple more beers and another line or two, we made our way int... the girl's room. As usual the girls squinted under the glare of the lights when he turned them on. "Untie the bitches, I got an idea." Jeff said to me, "Then get us some beers. We're going to have ourselves a party." I untied the girls and went in the kitchen and grabbed some beers out of the refrigerator. When I returned, Jeff was fondling. Out of her comfort zone or perhaps in her comfort zone for the first time with me, she caressed my dick over my trousers passing me in the door, trotting to the table she usually sat at with her friends. “No”, I said to her, “you go sit on the red couch in the corner”. To my surprise, she walked towards the red plush couch around a pentagon table in a blind corner of the diner and squeezed herself behind the far side giving me an unobstructed view into her cleavage for a moment. Flabbergasted. More

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