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The only way for him to lay down was curled up next to her, spooning, his arm laying along side her back, the other draped over her waist. Despite his having an orgasm just minutes before, he felt himself getting hard again almost right away. Andrea must have felt it, too, pressing up against her bottom through her pajamas, for she ground her hips back into it. He moaned with the pleasure it brought him. All he was wearing was boxers, and the two flimsy pieces of material were as nothing between his rock hard erection and her warm flesh. He couldn’t help it; he began thrusting himself back and forth against her, and soon he was coming again. His load was even bigger than the one he had fired off in the bathroom, and soaked though both his boxers and her pajamas. After that, he was able to fall asleep. The next morning, he awoke, both of them much in the same position, except he found he was cupping one of her breasts in his hand. She was still asleep. The thought of knowing that he. Jana knew that and she didn't care. Fuck it! If they believed he was stealing the cake, he might as well have a lick of the icing.There was just one little problem he needed to solve and that was the hard part, living with himself afterwards. With or without Benin.When Jana arrived at work the next day, she instantly knew something was troubling John. He wouldn't look at her, he pretended she wasn't there. Even as they rode out together in the car to Testing Field 2, he looked the other way as if something interested him on the perimeter. She thought it all a bit childish and it bemused her.She wanted to play with his mood and watch him squirm in discomfort. Hell, if he wasn't prepared to face her and be honest, then he deserved to be teased. She thought their friendship counted for more. So, they betrayed a little desire for one another? Jana thought it was cute. They hadn't fucked so what was the big deal? It happened to her all time and, she was sure, John too. She couldn't.
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