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It wasn’t a thorough job, more like blue highlights, and her hair was quite straggly and wet, but it was beautiful! “I’ve made space for your clothes here in the bottom draw” she explained without pausing. She was emptying my rucksack. Wait, she _had_ emptied my rucksack. She was feeling around in the bottom to pick up anything she’d missed. Suddenly she stopped dead. Very slowly, the rucksack fell from her grip, crumpling and falling away from the arm inside it leaving that arm exposed, the hand gripping something. Oh my god. Zoe was holding something. It was what I thought it was. My heart sank. Fuck goddammit fuck! “What is this?” Zoe’s voice was sharp as a knife. She sounded angry. She looked up at me. “What the _fuck_ is this? Why did you bring condoms? Is that what you think this is? You think you’re going to poke me?” Fuck. How the hell was I going to back-pedal this? Chapter 3 Zoe Babes breathed out, frustrated. “Jesus, boys are so fucking predictable” she mumbled. She held them up, poised between thumb and forefinger, examining them critically from all angles. With a slight flick she dropped one end of the roll and it unwound becoming a string of them. She giggled. “Are these _all_ for me?” the anger in her voice ebbing and bemusement entering as absurdity of the situation started to dawn. All strength was gone. “There’s never been anyone else” I said quietly. I sat back softly on the bed, my eyes looking down at my hands. I heard her get up, the soft pad of her feet on the carpet and the flicker of her shadow crossing and then the gentle sinking of the bed beside me registering as she came sat beside me. “We need to talk” she said quietly. There was no anger in her voice. “Look at me” there was a pleading in her voice now. I looked up and around at her. Zoe was sitting cross legged on the bed facing me. She looked more concerned than worried. She looked serious. I knew I was going to lay everything bare for her, no hiding, no excuses, no more avoiding things. “I’m sorry about the condoms” I croaked. She waved her hand away dismissively. “So, there’s never been anyone else?” she encouraged. “I love you!” I blurted out despondently. Zoe’s eyes flared wide in shock. There was a pause, the silence so deafening I began to focus on the banal sounds of others in rooms and corridors. “Love is a strong word” Zoe whispered meekly; “Are you sure you mean ‘love’?” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I looked down into my hands again to hide it. It was like the whole illusion was falling away, and now I had exposed my bare heart to Zoe I was resigned to bedroom the pending rejection. “Its okay” she said quietly, comfortingly. I looked up at gang bang her again, my vision blurred by the suppressed tears. “I like you too” she whispered. There were tears in her eyes too now. She was short, had well placed curves. Mom looked blankly at Doctor Meadows. Amy rolled over to face me with a big grin on Babes her face. The Hells Angels young babe, Samantha, worked the edge of the stage, leaning far over the edge kissing and licking the faces of the several eager fans. They picked up their life vests and dragged themselves onto the dry sand where they sat down. "Hey, stop that!!" "There's no need to go back bedroom to your room with Robert. Looks clean and healthy.” Cindy’s eyes went wide open and she sucked in her breath as Kim started to trace her pussy lips Couple of weeks go by and all seems gang bang to be going great, im having sex with both Helen and her mum Jodie, Every few days, It was Mrs. Black who stepped forward, still dressed.
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