I’d open communication by simply talking about it again. I wanted to get a better sense of

I’d open communication by simply talking about it again. I wanted to get a better sense of where her head was at. Was it a fluke thing or did the experience still resonate? I still wanted to know more about that night, like what was going on when I knocked, but I’d feel awkward asking for details and they wouldn’t be useful going forward, anyway. But sitting in the bathroom at home, I thought about her potential answer to that question. “Yes of course I knew it was you knocking, Dave-we all knew it was you, when you said ‘hello.’ What was I doing when you knocked? Do you really want to know?” “Yes, Ashley, I was just curious.” “I was sucking on Jim’s big fat cock, Dave.” I imagined coughing, maybe spilling my drink a little. “Pardon?” “I was on my knees, my tits out in front of him, and I had his cock in my mouth when you knocked. After Tamara sent you upstairs, I went to town on Jim’s big, fat, beautiful cock. Does that upset you?” “No Ashley, I was just wondering.” -- source link

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