Crazy Sexual Orgy
Crazy Sexual Orgy
Here is how it all started:
Once inside you’d find five
or ten regulars, most of them growing fuzzy with the hour as well
as with the various substances they’d been ingesting all night.
“Mellow” was the right word.
Marty was a good-looking guy, with the sort of looks that Lisa was
particularly partial to (a very different “type” from me), and I’d
often noticed her looking at him with a clearly erotic curiosity;
Marty looked at every attractive woman with a frank “I think it’d be
fun to fuck you” look. On occasion, just to make sure I’d caught
it, Lisa would point out to me his looks at her. “Do you think
Marty wants to fuck me?” she’d ask, “He never would because he’s
your friend, but I think he wants to.”
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