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Great fuck, by the way.”A moment later he carried his overnight bag out. It was just after seven, and I let him out the front door. After he’d grabbed his Uber, I grabbed my boxers and shimmied into them, and made my way back to our bedroom.Claire was still asleep, and I crawled into bed next to her.She woke up as I was dozing off. “Did Bill leave?”“Yeah. Had a flight home to catch.”“Okay.” Then after a moment, she asked, “What did he want?”“Nothing, just to say goodbye and thank us for our hospitality…” I didn’t want to explain what had happened, and I half-believed it was a dream.Claire turned to face me, grinning. “So, he thanked you personally, did he?”I nodded.“He mentioned wanting to thank you personally.” She repeated the word again, this time with a bit more humor leaking into her voice.Eager to end the conversation, I mumbled, “He did. Personally.”“He was really happy we let him watch you pound my pussy that one weekend. It really helped him cope with his life stuff.” She. My cotton panties are wet like my slightly used napkin.I take my jeans off and pull down my panties.I stand one leg on my coffee table where my computer now sits. My dark pink cotton panties hanging on the crook of my knee. I reach down and pick up a slice of pineapple and rub it over my clitoris. I quickly dip it inside my cunt and eat it in two bites. I can just barely taste my juices mingled in with the fruit in my mouth.I begin to trace my nipples with my wet fingers. I trace lighter and lighter on the pea sized little nubs.My tender breasts tingle in the autumn air, I feel goosebumps forming.I bend to take a sip of water and begin to finger the out side lips of my juicy cunt. They are wetting.Bent down to the table, I am surprised as a door slams loudly behind me and I wobble a little. I briefly brace myself against the table. My computer's music has stopped, the screen has gone black.I kneel on the carpet,pressing my bare belly against the smooth cold coffee table. Pushing my.
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