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God what a way to end the night she thought.“Evan, time to go” she called as she stood and walked to the door.Looking over he rolled his eyes and said “If you want to go, fuck off then, I’m staying with my mate. I’ll message you when I’m ready to be picked up”She stood there looking apologetically at Jacqui, without looking Evan this time called out to he “Go will you, I’ll call you when I need you.” And with that she left silently.She looked into the kitchen as Evan and her husband kept drinking, Evan pouring and him drinking them. When finally she had waved goodbye to the last couple she went to look for her husband.She eventually found him, being helped.. Well dragged if she was honest, up the stairs to towards the bedrooms.“Great” Jacqui said coollyEvan laughed, “He is great value isn’t he? He is totally wasted.”Jacqui helped as best she could manoeuvre her husbands frame up the remaining stairs and onto the top of the bed covers. She removed his he’s then decided it wasn’t worth. . the girls of BSC were just that good. Now he was sitting opposite another exceptionally pretty one, and not only that she had just jerked and sucked him off. How much better could life be? Once again Stephen Bartell had no idea about what was just around the corner for him and just how much better life at BSC was going to get!His dreamy train of thought was interrupted by Latoya’s voice coming across the table to him. Stephen looked up from her cute little breasts and into her cute little face and smiled. This girl was just so lovely. She had dimples on each side of her smile, a smile that also revealed some immaculately white teeth. She also had a small hair tie on the top of her head that bunched together a handful of tresses. Those tresses then flowed up and out of that hair tie and down to her naked shoulders framing her cute little ebony face as they went.“What I wanted to ask you before was...” She paused then coughed a nervous little cough. “Well ... you see ... it’s like.
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