The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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Barb and I had known each other since we both were at university together. We’d sort of veered in and out of each others lives since then. Chatting on Facebook about loves lost, problems, and even sexual fantasies. We both knew more about the other sexually than many a lover ever would. But the spark was never really there in real life. She did seem to want me, but every time I saw her, I was struck by how not-attractive I found her (even though I knew for a fact many men and women did), and I felt the crazy almost seeping out of her. But again, average sized boobs, a round soft butt, blond and blue eyed of polish stock. Not bad on paper!
I had moved back home a while back when my marriage had crashed and burnt. It was rural, lots of great big woods to walk in and plenty of lakes. Perfect for finding you bearings again. But I was lonely. Especially sexually. Very lonely, and the dry spell had lasted a matter of years by now. My balls weren’t blue so much as a shade of purple…
That’s when Barb contacted me. She had moved back home for a while too. Her lesbian phase had ended, and she had had to move out. Her catholic mother had forgiven her eventually, and now here she was. Unlike me, Barb hadn’t grown up round these parts and didn’t know much about them. She kept asking me if there were nice hiking paths, and eventually I just suggested we go for a long walk on Saturday. She said yes immediately.
I got in my car wearing khaki shorts, hiking boots, a shirt, a red scarf around my neck and a hat. It looked to be a warm day. Swinging by Barbs house, I had to do a double take before I realized it was her I saw. Normally she was dressed rather plain, but not today. It was, I don’t know, something like ‘functional slut’ gear. Hiking boots with socks sticking up a few inches, cut-off jeans (let’s be honest, they were more or less Daisy Dukes…) with a belt, a tie-blouse with way more buttons undone than strictly necessary, a black choker, and she too had decided to go with a cowboyhat for the sun.
As Barb got in the car she was all smiles and leaned over to give me a hug. I thought I might be imagining it, but it sure felt like pressed her boobs into my chest harder and longer than she needed to. As she sat back I couldn’t help but notice that she looked quite a bit larger than she normally did. Hinting beneath the denim of her blouse were well rounded mounds that seem way larger than her smallish Cs. She caught me and laughed.
“I knew you’d like it!”
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t…”
“Don’t be,” she interrupted. “I dressed partly for you, partly for me. And while I know implants would have excited you no end, sorry. These are just enhanced with that secret Victoria can impart. But I know your love of big boobs, so feast your eyes my friend!”
She opened her blouse a little more, and it was all I could do keeping my attention on the road.
“Thanks!” I said with a glancing smile.
There were no cars in the parking lot when we arrived at the nature reserve. I locked the car and we started up one of the paths that would take us over the hills and down to a lake on the other side. I told Barb about the beech and maple woods we’d be walking through before reaching a meadow, and then there were more trees beeches with some aspen and pine mixed in.
I looked over at her as we walked, and she was looking around in awe at the huge trees. With every step her well enhanced chest wiggled like I’d never seen it do before. It was even more mesmerizing than the majestic surroundings! And every time we had to walk in a single file, I made damn sure I was walking behind her. Her well rounded hips and soft ass moved under her tight shorts in ways that made me think very naughty thoughts indeed. At this point I was definitely sporting a semi that was starting to make my Jockeys cramped.
When we finally reached the lake we were both sweaty and hot. The water looked very inviting.
“Pity I didn’t suggest we bring swimming clothes,” I said. “Cause we really don’t want to be walking in wet clothes later.”
Barb looked at me, reached for the knot in her blouse. “There’s always skinny dipping…” she said. “It’s a very free feeling.”
Between my semi-erect friend and her enlarged breasts I wasn’t sure. What if she saw?
She gave me another look, and pulled off her blouse. Her black lace bra struggled to contain all of her and it looked beautiful.
“Now you take something off, I’m not getting naked on my own!”
The bandana round my neck had already been soaked and was in my pocket, so the shirt had to go. And my hairy chest was soon warmed directly by the sun.
“I knew you had to have a nice chest,” she said.
She continued to remove her bra, taking care she didn’t drop any of the filler. Unfortunately they were now much smaller, but on the other hand, they were the first real boobs I’d seen in a good long while which sort of made up for at least one cup-size.
“I know they look smaller now, but I hope you’re not too disappointed.”
“They are very nice,” I said as I didn’t know what to say.
“And I had hoped we’d get to do this, because I have another little surprise for you…”
I looked at her and she just looked up at me with an enigmatic expression.
“Your turn,” she said, but then changed it to: “Couldn’t we just both remove our boots and socks. Nothing fun about that?”
I nodded and we both did. And then I pulled down my shorts.
“You really have lost a lot of weight,” Barb said when she saw me in only my tight, red Jockeys. By now I had hardened a little more, and it almost looked as if I had padded them.
She undid her shorts, and wriggled them over her hips. I love that motion, and she knew it. She was wearing a pair of black lace cheekies, and I just stared. This woman I’d never found particularly attractive now looked like the best thing on earth. Granted, it would be generous to say my brain still worked. But still! There was something slightly misted over in her eyes too now.
“The underwear,” she almost panted.
I pulled them down, and my now almost fully rigid penis sprang out. My eyes never left her face, and I was very pleased. Her eyes grew visibly as she saw him, and she u*********sly licked her lips.
“My,” she said. “I’d forgotten how much I love the look of a shaved cock…” And almost in a worried tone under her breath, she added: “And I can’t remember them being that big.”
After staring for a while, she founder her self. She gave me wink.
“And now for your surprise!”
Her hands followed her neck, down across her boobs, down her stomach and out to her hips. There she smoothly stuck her fingers under the waistband and slowly her panties were off. She stood back up, her hands still moving slowly over her body.
“You said a couple of weeks ago how you prefer a shaved vagina…”
“And you said you didn’t, how you felt to exposed, especially in the shower when you go swimming,” I interjected.
“Yes,” she continued. “But you also suggested I try it as a mental thing. To do it for someone else, and try and channel the shame into heat. And I did. And it worked. Almost too well. Seeing the disapproving eyes of the older women and knowing I had surrendered a part of me to someone else, I nearly came when the water hit my clit.”
At this point my cock was harder than I could remember it being since my wedding night. It was at that moment Barb turned around, and ran in to the water. It took me a few seconds to realize what happened, but I jumped in too. The water cooled everything off some, and my member slowly deflated down to a semi again.
I stood in waist deep water, looking out over the lake and surrounding woodland. It really was a spectacular day. Barb came up next to me, but crouching down a little so that her breast was under the surface too.
She came in front of me and stood up with her back to me. Her ass looked round and soft under the water. Without saying much she leaned back against me, and sighed. She would clearly have felt my cock on her back.
“Do you remember when I said I would be comfortable with you playing with my breasts if you ever wanted, because I feel safe around you?”
I wasn’t sure what to do, but slowly raised my arms to cup her. Her nipples felt hard as erasers in the palms of my hands, and the rest of them felt so soft. Like the best stress-balls ever! At first I just held them and enjoyed he feeling. Then slowly I started massaging, and she just leaned back into me, with her head on my shoulder.
I kissed her neck, and I could see her whole body break out in gooseflesh. With one hand I was massaging her breasts ever harder, the other was stroking her ass. Slowly that hand moved around and down her fully naked mound. I could feel the heat from her pussy several inches away. At this point I could see through the corner of my eye that she was just panting with her eyes open, looking out across the vastness of the lake, utterly exposed. She practically hung in my arm, as I started gently stroking her clit.
At first her body tensed up, then she moaned and screamed like an a****l, before my entire hand was soaked and she collapsed in my arms. After a few after shakes, I removed my hand from her pussy, and gently moved her face towards mind, without thinking getting her cum all over it, and we kissed a wet long kiss tasting her feminine fluids between us.
“Thank you, that was mind blowing,” she finally said. “Let’s get up on the warm rocks, I think I need to lie down for a spell.”
She really was weak and I had to help her out of the water, trying to ignore my raging hardon.
“I would return the favor,” she said. “But right now I’m too tired.” She seemed to think about something, then she breathlessly said: “Stroke for me, please.”
She positioned her self with out clothes for a pillow, and looking away from the lake. she instructed me to get on my knees, with my knees wide apart, so that I could see her and the view. She instructed me to stroke slow, and hard with one hand as the other gently squeezed my testicles. Meanwhile she started masturbating and caressing her tits again. Her eyes looked back and forth between my eyes and my cock. I looked at her shaved cunt, her sightly open mouth, the view, feeling the exposure, and every now and then our eyes met.
Barb pushed a few fingers inside her naked cave, and brought them to her mouth. Slowly, sensuously she started sucking them dry. In a flash of white I felt my balls erupt. And though I was good yard away from her, all my sperm landed on her in gush after gush. From her pussy lips, across her stomach, between her tits and even some on her face. She looked more than a little surprised.
I fell forward, and my face landed on her stomach too. She reeked of sex! Enough so that when I lay there panting, I could feel my penis changing its mind from softening hand slowly stiffen a little again. That’s what a monk like existence can do for you!
She was still panting, but let me just lay there for a while. When I got up on all fours I saw the total mess she was in, I really started to get hard again. I bent down and started kissing her open cunny. She was incredibly wet! My new found horniness made me start lick my own cum, all up her body, collecting it in my mouth. As I reached her mouth, I started kissing her deeply. She just followed me, moaning softly. My cock found her wet entrance and started sliding in.
“No, we can’t do that,” she said as she broke the kiss, he mouth full of seamen. She looked at me and swallowed slowly. “Mm, I had forgotten how much I like the taste of that… But really, we can’t fuck. I’m not on birth-control. Lesbian, remember?”
I must have looked very forlorn, because she quickly continued:
“But there are other options you know,” she smiled.
Again, she instructed me to sit. This time with my back against a tree. She slowly sat down on top of me, facing me, guiding my cock up her anal. Every ounce of pain, pleasure and sheer a****l instinct was visible in her face. She knew I love to watch a woman's face during sex. My hands found her tits, and they felt so good in my hands. Barb briefly rubbed her pussy, collecting cum, before smearing it on my mouth. Agonizingly slowly she road my with her tight ass, her tongue penetrating my mouth like a little penis, tasting of our mixed juices. My hands were grabbing her ass cheeks to control the speed and to just feel their softness. She broke the kiss.
“I want to try something.”
She made me lie down on my back, and then sat down on me with her back to me. I started to realize what she wanted to try. She leaned back on her arms, her legs wide apart, and let my stiff prick ram upp her sphincter again. I thought I’d give her what she wants!
“That feels good, doesn’t it? A thick cock up your anal like a good catholic girl. Your pussy exposed to the world, shaven and empty. Can you feel how empty it is, even though you feel so full. So full of penis, of cock, of man. Your inner lesbian capitulating to your inner catholic schoolgirl…”
I grabbed her tits hard and pinched her nipples.
“What will the priest think when you go to confession and tell him about this…?”
With another scream so loud I was starting to think the park rangers might hear, she came for the second time. Her muscles went to town on my cock, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
As she stopped shaking she just lay on top of me with my cock in her as, my hands slowly stroking her sides.
“That confession bit really did it,” she said with a small laugh. “Guess I’m more catholic than I thought.”
She breathed slowly.
“But you were right, hot though it was, my cunt felt really empty.”
I just waited.
“I want you inside me… Inside my wet pussy. I want just feel filled. First with cock, then with baby batter.”
My cock twitched.
“What if you get pregnant?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about your impregnation fantasy, and it is one of my favorites. I don’t care right now.”
I just lay there on the ground as she turned around to face me. She put my rock hard manhood to her wet lips, and slowly eased it inside her. She pinned my arms to the ground an all I could do was suck on her jiggling tits and nipples.
“Yeah, just like that baby. Suck on my tits. Oh god, I’m going to make you cum inside my fertile cunt and there is nothing you can do about it. Perhaps I’ll go confess when I get home, and if the priest is up for it he can try to suck it out…”
Her hands were scratching my chest, and mine were mauling her soft tits. It felt so good, I was so close.
“Oh god yeah, cum inside my catholic virgin bald pussy! Cum in me…!”
The image of a virgin catholic riding me, begging to be filled and unless her priest sucked out my cum, impregnated really put me ever. For the second time I felt my balls erupt in a mass of cum. I came so hard I could see the surprise on Barbs face as she felt the splashes against her cervix, pushing her to her third orgasm. I grabbed her tits hard and bit down on her nipples, sucking even hard; the sharp pain converting into pleasure and prolonging her orgasm even more.
Afterwards we just lay naked in the sunshine, letting it warm our exhausted bodies. Occasionally our hands stroked the other. Sharing a smile. As close as to friends could ever be.
"You're right about one thing," I said.
"What is that," she replied sleepily.
"Getting our clothes of really was a freeing feeling…"
We both laughed.
I had moved back home a while back when my marriage had crashed and burnt. It was rural, lots of great big woods to walk in and plenty of lakes. Perfect for finding you bearings again. But I was lonely. Especially sexually. Very lonely, and the dry spell had lasted a matter of years by now. My balls weren’t blue so much as a shade of purple…
That’s when Barb contacted me. She had moved back home for a while too. Her lesbian phase had ended, and she had had to move out. Her catholic mother had forgiven her eventually, and now here she was. Unlike me, Barb hadn’t grown up round these parts and didn’t know much about them. She kept asking me if there were nice hiking paths, and eventually I just suggested we go for a long walk on Saturday. She said yes immediately.
I got in my car wearing khaki shorts, hiking boots, a shirt, a red scarf around my neck and a hat. It looked to be a warm day. Swinging by Barbs house, I had to do a double take before I realized it was her I saw. Normally she was dressed rather plain, but not today. It was, I don’t know, something like ‘functional slut’ gear. Hiking boots with socks sticking up a few inches, cut-off jeans (let’s be honest, they were more or less Daisy Dukes…) with a belt, a tie-blouse with way more buttons undone than strictly necessary, a black choker, and she too had decided to go with a cowboyhat for the sun.
As Barb got in the car she was all smiles and leaned over to give me a hug. I thought I might be imagining it, but it sure felt like pressed her boobs into my chest harder and longer than she needed to. As she sat back I couldn’t help but notice that she looked quite a bit larger than she normally did. Hinting beneath the denim of her blouse were well rounded mounds that seem way larger than her smallish Cs. She caught me and laughed.
“I knew you’d like it!”
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t…”
“Don’t be,” she interrupted. “I dressed partly for you, partly for me. And while I know implants would have excited you no end, sorry. These are just enhanced with that secret Victoria can impart. But I know your love of big boobs, so feast your eyes my friend!”
She opened her blouse a little more, and it was all I could do keeping my attention on the road.
“Thanks!” I said with a glancing smile.
There were no cars in the parking lot when we arrived at the nature reserve. I locked the car and we started up one of the paths that would take us over the hills and down to a lake on the other side. I told Barb about the beech and maple woods we’d be walking through before reaching a meadow, and then there were more trees beeches with some aspen and pine mixed in.
I looked over at her as we walked, and she was looking around in awe at the huge trees. With every step her well enhanced chest wiggled like I’d never seen it do before. It was even more mesmerizing than the majestic surroundings! And every time we had to walk in a single file, I made damn sure I was walking behind her. Her well rounded hips and soft ass moved under her tight shorts in ways that made me think very naughty thoughts indeed. At this point I was definitely sporting a semi that was starting to make my Jockeys cramped.
When we finally reached the lake we were both sweaty and hot. The water looked very inviting.
“Pity I didn’t suggest we bring swimming clothes,” I said. “Cause we really don’t want to be walking in wet clothes later.”
Barb looked at me, reached for the knot in her blouse. “There’s always skinny dipping…” she said. “It’s a very free feeling.”
Between my semi-erect friend and her enlarged breasts I wasn’t sure. What if she saw?
She gave me another look, and pulled off her blouse. Her black lace bra struggled to contain all of her and it looked beautiful.
“Now you take something off, I’m not getting naked on my own!”
The bandana round my neck had already been soaked and was in my pocket, so the shirt had to go. And my hairy chest was soon warmed directly by the sun.
“I knew you had to have a nice chest,” she said.
She continued to remove her bra, taking care she didn’t drop any of the filler. Unfortunately they were now much smaller, but on the other hand, they were the first real boobs I’d seen in a good long while which sort of made up for at least one cup-size.
“I know they look smaller now, but I hope you’re not too disappointed.”
“They are very nice,” I said as I didn’t know what to say.
“And I had hoped we’d get to do this, because I have another little surprise for you…”
I looked at her and she just looked up at me with an enigmatic expression.
“Your turn,” she said, but then changed it to: “Couldn’t we just both remove our boots and socks. Nothing fun about that?”
I nodded and we both did. And then I pulled down my shorts.
“You really have lost a lot of weight,” Barb said when she saw me in only my tight, red Jockeys. By now I had hardened a little more, and it almost looked as if I had padded them.
She undid her shorts, and wriggled them over her hips. I love that motion, and she knew it. She was wearing a pair of black lace cheekies, and I just stared. This woman I’d never found particularly attractive now looked like the best thing on earth. Granted, it would be generous to say my brain still worked. But still! There was something slightly misted over in her eyes too now.
“The underwear,” she almost panted.
I pulled them down, and my now almost fully rigid penis sprang out. My eyes never left her face, and I was very pleased. Her eyes grew visibly as she saw him, and she u*********sly licked her lips.
“My,” she said. “I’d forgotten how much I love the look of a shaved cock…” And almost in a worried tone under her breath, she added: “And I can’t remember them being that big.”
After staring for a while, she founder her self. She gave me wink.
“And now for your surprise!”
Her hands followed her neck, down across her boobs, down her stomach and out to her hips. There she smoothly stuck her fingers under the waistband and slowly her panties were off. She stood back up, her hands still moving slowly over her body.
“You said a couple of weeks ago how you prefer a shaved vagina…”
“And you said you didn’t, how you felt to exposed, especially in the shower when you go swimming,” I interjected.
“Yes,” she continued. “But you also suggested I try it as a mental thing. To do it for someone else, and try and channel the shame into heat. And I did. And it worked. Almost too well. Seeing the disapproving eyes of the older women and knowing I had surrendered a part of me to someone else, I nearly came when the water hit my clit.”
At this point my cock was harder than I could remember it being since my wedding night. It was at that moment Barb turned around, and ran in to the water. It took me a few seconds to realize what happened, but I jumped in too. The water cooled everything off some, and my member slowly deflated down to a semi again.
I stood in waist deep water, looking out over the lake and surrounding woodland. It really was a spectacular day. Barb came up next to me, but crouching down a little so that her breast was under the surface too.
She came in front of me and stood up with her back to me. Her ass looked round and soft under the water. Without saying much she leaned back against me, and sighed. She would clearly have felt my cock on her back.
“Do you remember when I said I would be comfortable with you playing with my breasts if you ever wanted, because I feel safe around you?”
I wasn’t sure what to do, but slowly raised my arms to cup her. Her nipples felt hard as erasers in the palms of my hands, and the rest of them felt so soft. Like the best stress-balls ever! At first I just held them and enjoyed he feeling. Then slowly I started massaging, and she just leaned back into me, with her head on my shoulder.
I kissed her neck, and I could see her whole body break out in gooseflesh. With one hand I was massaging her breasts ever harder, the other was stroking her ass. Slowly that hand moved around and down her fully naked mound. I could feel the heat from her pussy several inches away. At this point I could see through the corner of my eye that she was just panting with her eyes open, looking out across the vastness of the lake, utterly exposed. She practically hung in my arm, as I started gently stroking her clit.
At first her body tensed up, then she moaned and screamed like an a****l, before my entire hand was soaked and she collapsed in my arms. After a few after shakes, I removed my hand from her pussy, and gently moved her face towards mind, without thinking getting her cum all over it, and we kissed a wet long kiss tasting her feminine fluids between us.
“Thank you, that was mind blowing,” she finally said. “Let’s get up on the warm rocks, I think I need to lie down for a spell.”
She really was weak and I had to help her out of the water, trying to ignore my raging hardon.
“I would return the favor,” she said. “But right now I’m too tired.” She seemed to think about something, then she breathlessly said: “Stroke for me, please.”
She positioned her self with out clothes for a pillow, and looking away from the lake. she instructed me to get on my knees, with my knees wide apart, so that I could see her and the view. She instructed me to stroke slow, and hard with one hand as the other gently squeezed my testicles. Meanwhile she started masturbating and caressing her tits again. Her eyes looked back and forth between my eyes and my cock. I looked at her shaved cunt, her sightly open mouth, the view, feeling the exposure, and every now and then our eyes met.
Barb pushed a few fingers inside her naked cave, and brought them to her mouth. Slowly, sensuously she started sucking them dry. In a flash of white I felt my balls erupt. And though I was good yard away from her, all my sperm landed on her in gush after gush. From her pussy lips, across her stomach, between her tits and even some on her face. She looked more than a little surprised.
I fell forward, and my face landed on her stomach too. She reeked of sex! Enough so that when I lay there panting, I could feel my penis changing its mind from softening hand slowly stiffen a little again. That’s what a monk like existence can do for you!
She was still panting, but let me just lay there for a while. When I got up on all fours I saw the total mess she was in, I really started to get hard again. I bent down and started kissing her open cunny. She was incredibly wet! My new found horniness made me start lick my own cum, all up her body, collecting it in my mouth. As I reached her mouth, I started kissing her deeply. She just followed me, moaning softly. My cock found her wet entrance and started sliding in.
“No, we can’t do that,” she said as she broke the kiss, he mouth full of seamen. She looked at me and swallowed slowly. “Mm, I had forgotten how much I like the taste of that… But really, we can’t fuck. I’m not on birth-control. Lesbian, remember?”
I must have looked very forlorn, because she quickly continued:
“But there are other options you know,” she smiled.
Again, she instructed me to sit. This time with my back against a tree. She slowly sat down on top of me, facing me, guiding my cock up her anal. Every ounce of pain, pleasure and sheer a****l instinct was visible in her face. She knew I love to watch a woman's face during sex. My hands found her tits, and they felt so good in my hands. Barb briefly rubbed her pussy, collecting cum, before smearing it on my mouth. Agonizingly slowly she road my with her tight ass, her tongue penetrating my mouth like a little penis, tasting of our mixed juices. My hands were grabbing her ass cheeks to control the speed and to just feel their softness. She broke the kiss.
“I want to try something.”
She made me lie down on my back, and then sat down on me with her back to me. I started to realize what she wanted to try. She leaned back on her arms, her legs wide apart, and let my stiff prick ram upp her sphincter again. I thought I’d give her what she wants!
“That feels good, doesn’t it? A thick cock up your anal like a good catholic girl. Your pussy exposed to the world, shaven and empty. Can you feel how empty it is, even though you feel so full. So full of penis, of cock, of man. Your inner lesbian capitulating to your inner catholic schoolgirl…”
I grabbed her tits hard and pinched her nipples.
“What will the priest think when you go to confession and tell him about this…?”
With another scream so loud I was starting to think the park rangers might hear, she came for the second time. Her muscles went to town on my cock, but I wasn’t quite there yet.
As she stopped shaking she just lay on top of me with my cock in her as, my hands slowly stroking her sides.
“That confession bit really did it,” she said with a small laugh. “Guess I’m more catholic than I thought.”
She breathed slowly.
“But you were right, hot though it was, my cunt felt really empty.”
I just waited.
“I want you inside me… Inside my wet pussy. I want just feel filled. First with cock, then with baby batter.”
My cock twitched.
“What if you get pregnant?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot about your impregnation fantasy, and it is one of my favorites. I don’t care right now.”
I just lay there on the ground as she turned around to face me. She put my rock hard manhood to her wet lips, and slowly eased it inside her. She pinned my arms to the ground an all I could do was suck on her jiggling tits and nipples.
“Yeah, just like that baby. Suck on my tits. Oh god, I’m going to make you cum inside my fertile cunt and there is nothing you can do about it. Perhaps I’ll go confess when I get home, and if the priest is up for it he can try to suck it out…”
Her hands were scratching my chest, and mine were mauling her soft tits. It felt so good, I was so close.
“Oh god yeah, cum inside my catholic virgin bald pussy! Cum in me…!”
The image of a virgin catholic riding me, begging to be filled and unless her priest sucked out my cum, impregnated really put me ever. For the second time I felt my balls erupt in a mass of cum. I came so hard I could see the surprise on Barbs face as she felt the splashes against her cervix, pushing her to her third orgasm. I grabbed her tits hard and bit down on her nipples, sucking even hard; the sharp pain converting into pleasure and prolonging her orgasm even more.
Afterwards we just lay naked in the sunshine, letting it warm our exhausted bodies. Occasionally our hands stroked the other. Sharing a smile. As close as to friends could ever be.
"You're right about one thing," I said.
"What is that," she replied sleepily.
"Getting our clothes of really was a freeing feeling…"
We both laughed.
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