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The University I attended didn't have space for all students to be on campus, and so first year, and final students got preferential accommodation, and in between, we had to fend for ourselves in the private sector. For most of us, that meant one of the nearby large Victorian houses. Once grand living for wealthy middle class families and their servants, these now housed eight to ten students in near-slum conditions.
I had one of the two ground floor rooms of my second year house, and my girlfriend had the other. Another 7 rooms all held male students, most of whom we didn't know when we moved in. My girlfriend was very petite; 5'4", and around 7 stone. She had long red hair, pale skin, C cup tits, and the tidy curls of red hair between her legs had never be trimmed, leaving them soft and fluffy. In this story, which is otherwise largely true, I'll call her Susan.
There was one guy, Danny, who I already knew from my course, and he had rented the house for us. He was classically geeky; good with electronics, but bad socially, and hopeless with girls. I was pretty sure he was a virgin. The other 6 guys I didn't know, except perhaps having seen them at one or two social events over the first year. But they were pretty much carbon copies of Danny; virgins, or near-virgins, and not able to meet or attract girls. They were his mates, and I supposed Susan and I had been invited to join the house, just to fill the undesirable ground floor rooms.
My room was at the front, and had the only TV cable in the house. Because of that, it became the default Video Game lounge, and towards the end of our first week there, I was playing against Danny, when Susan came in, obviously from a shower. She had a small towel around her head, turban style, and a larger one wrapped around her body. When she came in, the large towel was low enough to be showing some cleavage, although her rose pink inch-and-a quarter nipples were safely covered. It wasn't unusual for her to come to my room after a shower, and it had been her habit at the end of the first year, to come into my room in her dressing gown, then shed that to lounge about naked while her skin air-dried.
On this first occasion in our new home, she had come into the room, no doubt, intending to do the same, but as she put her hands to the main towel to remove it, she noticed the company. With an unconcerned "Oh, hello Danny - sorry, I didn't know Dave had company", she deftly changed the action from one of removal, to instead hike it up to cover the cleavage, and tighten the tuck holding it in place. I was surprised though, that she didn't leave, and go to her room instead. She walked across, in front of us, and sat in a chair opposite, beside the TV screen, and facing us.
I mumbled a greeting, but carried on concentrating on the game, as normally, Danny could kick my ass at almost any game. Very quickly though, I got the upper hand, and won a rare victory. I glanced over towards Susan, to see if she was impressed by my win, and instead saw why Danny had fumbled his advantage. In hiking her towel high to hide her tits, Susan had left it very short at the bottom. Short enough that, sat facing us, and with her legs uncrossed, a patch of fluffy red hair was just visible by the glow of the TV. It wasn't much of a show; hardly pornographic, nor even erotic to me. But it had Danny flustered.
Hoping to press my advantage, I challenged him to a re-match. Of course, he wanted to stay while the "show" was on, so he agreed. However, even with my girls legs to enjoy, he still had the upper hand, and looked like he could beat me this time. Then Susan came to the rescue again. She reached down beside her chair, to take up one of her text books, and make use of the time to study while she dried off. After that movement, when she sat back again her legs were slightly parted. Now, not only was the red patch better displayed, but there was even a little bit of her very ample pink lips on show. My cock stirred, and Danny completely lost concentration on the game. It was all he could do to pretend to be playing, and not just stare in awe at a very pretty pussy. He couldn't cope though. He made an excuse, and rushed out the room, failing to hide the lump in his trousers.
Susan looked up, one eyebrow raised, silently asking me what had just happened. I chuckled my way through the explanation, pointing out the view she had given us both. She flushed a little, but having assured herself I wasn't angry, she brushed it off.
And there it might have ended. But it didn't. That night, while I fingered her to orgasm, she came much quicker, and much wetter than normal. She was already unusually wet when I first started to cares her crotch, and she shuddered her way to a gushing climax in just a minute or two. I delicately didn't ask her why; I thought I knew.
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I only had to wait about a week, to have my suspicions confirmed. Once again, Susan returned from the shower to find my room in games-den mode. But this time, I noticed, she had chosen a smaller towel. Even with the top edge, as before, only just covering her nipples, the bottom edge was tantalizingly near to her bush while she stood before us. Danny wasn't playing though; he was sat watching while Derek and I played. Derek was a sportsman, 6'4" and solid, with blue eyes. He wasn't as shy as the other house mates, and I thought I needed to watch Susan a bit while he was around.
Susan calmly greeted my guests, and offered to fetch us snacks, which were accepted. To fetch the snacks, she walked to beside the TV, and bent over to my cache of junk food. Bending over was never going to be a ladylike proposition in that towel, and her ass was entirely exposed for the 10 seconds it took her to find our selections. Her freshly scrubbed asshole was a treat, but not nearly so much as the folds of pink cunt surrounded by soft fur. I wanted to throw out the boys, and fuck her as she stood. But Susan clearly had other plans. She passed out the snacks, then took her usual seat beside the TV. Sitting with one foot on the floor, and the other cocked up and resting against the first knee, her cunt was entirely exposed. There could be no pretense she didn't know it, either, but she was the only calm one in the room.
Video games were abandoned, in favor of a general chat. It might have been a regular group discussion in the coffee shop, but for Susan's crotch peeping at us. She had to carry the conversation, as Danny was speechless, Derek was struggling, and even I kept forgetting what we were talking about. Once again, Danny had to leave after only a few minutes, in visible cock-distress. But Derek stayed long enough to start, and finish a beer. I fetched them, to try to keep Susan still, but I didn't succeed. As I passed hers to her, she reached up, and the corner of her towel dropped down to expose her right tit. The nipple wasn't fully erect, but it puckered in a way I knew to mean she was pretty aroused. She left it uncovered.
As soon as Derek drained his bottle, she said, "You'll have to leave now Derek, we have things to do". I didn't think we had plans, but I supported her. "Yeah, fuck off Derek", was my friendly addition. He thanked me for the beer, then went over and kissed Susan on the cheek, cheeky bastard! It would have been an appropriate gesture, I supposed, if we had been going our separate ways after a beer in the pub. But I thought it was pretty forward to put his hand on her naked shoulder, inches from her exposed tit, and lean over her exposed and swelling pussy.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Susan had an instruction. "Fuck me, right now". It wasn't an unwelcome instruction. My cock was rigid, and it slid right up to the hilt on the first attempt. She was awash with desire, and I pumped ample cum into her, in record time. As I ran dry, I called her "My dirty shameless slut", and that pushed her, too, over the edge.
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The stakes rose quickly. On the next occasion, Danny was elsewhere, but Derek and two others showed up, as soon as the rumbling pipes told them Susan was in the bathroom. They brought the beers, which seemed only fair. With three guests, one of them was in Susan's chair when she came in. He offered to get up, but she was a hostess by nature. "No, no, stay there Alistair; I can sit on the floor."
She used the small turban-towel to vigorously dry her long hair. During this process, her main towel slipped to the floor, much to everyone's delight. She continued the process, her tits jiggling mightily. Then, instead of recovering the towel, she bent, folded it neatly in half, and sat on it. She crossed her legs, lotus style, and let us all enjoy her naked charms.
This occasion was mid-week, but I decided on something special for the weekend. With a house full of geeks, I knew a 'Star Wars' movie night would be popular, so I let it be known I would be showing the first three movies, back-to-back, on Friday night. As expected, when I started the first film at around 10pm, my room was full, with several bean bags having been brought in to augment my insufficient couch and chair. Susan, as I had instructed, joined us ten minutes after the start, threw her damp towels in the corner, and squeezed naked onto the couch next to me, taking a fourth place on the three-seater. Despite several of our guests being first-timers, they had clearly been told by the others how to behave, and showed no shock or surprise. They were openly sharing their attention between the many-times seen film, and the new interest of my dainty sex toy.
Susan, to get a bit more space, d****d her leg over mine, which exposed her crotch nicely. I put my left hand across her shoulder, my hand falling to stroke her tit and nipple. Soon after, I put my right hand in her lap, and teased at her soft red curls. Interest in the film was falling, and Alistair, who was squashed up against Susan's other side, turned his head to watch my hands at play. Her nipple stiffened under my fingers, and as I twisted and tweaked at her twat hair, she gave a moan, and slid her hips forward in the chair. Then she raised her left leg, to hook over Alistair's knees, so that her cunt was now quite open to the room. All eyes were on her now, as I ran a finger up and down her slit, carrying her lubrication up to her clit, then massaging it firmly.
Alistair was rather crushed and cramped, by her legs across him, and he soon had to twist into a more comfortable position, quarter-facing her. In this way, his left hand naturally rested on her left knee. After a pause, I think to allow protest from Susan or I, he began gently running his fingers up and down her inside thigh, respectfully stopping several inches from her boiling crotch. I did, now, feel a pang of jealousy, and indeed, considered throwing everyone out, and screwing Susan hard and alone. But then I ran my finger back down for some more lubrication, and found a hot pool of sticky girl-cum. She was way beyond excited, and might not forgive me if I ended this session abruptly. So I worked on replacing my jealous feelings with pride in my slut, and left Alistair caressing her thigh.
"Higher", Susan whispered. Then, to make sure he knew she meant him, she turned to face Alistair, and whispered more urgently, "Higher!". I felt, rather than saw Alistair lift his eyes to see what I would do. I kept my gaze glued to the otherwise ignored space-battle on screen. Alistair's caresses moved higher by half an inch each stroke, until his hand was in danger of brushing mine, while I casually tugged on her loosening and swelling lips. I moved my hand out of her lap, and up to her right tit, so that now I was pulling and twisting both nipples. She bucked her hips encouragingly towards his hand, and he continued the next stroke of caress all the way into her tangled forest.
As his fingers reached the top, a collective moan escaped the gathering; not only from Alistair, and loudly from Susan, but across the room, several gasps and moans were involuntarily released. Alistair seemed content to continue his strokes of Susan's milk white, baby-soft inner thigh, just barely brushing her bush with each stroke. But she was past that, and turning again towards him, she panted "Get your fingers wet". He hungrily complied, immediately thrusting two fingers into her sopping hole.
More gasps and moans came out of the darkness, as he inexpertly, but frenziedly pumped her noisy, squelching cunt. She lifted her knees high, and wide, opening herself as fully as she could, and began a continuous, raptured moan. Derek pulled himself closer on his bean-bag, until his was right up close to the action. When Alistair's arm tired, and he collapsed back into the chair, Susan cried out for more, and Derek immediately buried his face in her cunt, licking and sucking noisily, like he was trying to drink all her pussy juice. He ran his tongue deep into her, and up to her clit, and down to her asshole. Then he nibbled and chewed those fleshy cunt flaps until she clenched her fists, and her knees flew together in convulsion. I thought Derek's head would pop between her locked thighs.
The room went quiet. Susan released Derek's head from her vice, pushed him aside, and stood. She was instantly shy, ashamed. She mumbled "goodnight, boys", and hurried off to her room. In quick succession, my guests made their excuses, and slunk away, until only Derek and Alistair remained. Neither seemed to know how to take their leave, so I pleaded with them. "You two aren't going to make me watch this film on my own, are you? Stay, just for the first film, and have a beer with me". So they did. By the end of the film, laughing and seeing who knew the words best, there was no awkwardness. What had happened, was enjoyed by all, and there would be no repercussions.
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Susan didn't come to my room that night. She was sated, and didn't want me; and also afraid she had gone too far. She actually knocked on my door in the morning, before entering. I kissed her fears away, and told her she had been magnificent. Now, the taboo had been broken. Many nights, and every Friday night, became slut-night in our house, and never where there less than five boys in the room, to finger-fuck and lick and suck Susan's tits, cunt and arse to a frenzy. Her fame spread outside the house, as I began to invite carefully selected acquaintances from other contexts. We had to publish some rules.
No wanking in my room; I don't want to clean up your mess.
Your cock stays in your pants, unless she wants to suck you off, or give you a hand job.
No-one has full intercourse.
Everyone admitted is free to watch, but you don't touch Susan until she invites you.
Susan tells you what she wants, and if you like, you can do it; but you don't have to. Pure voyeurs are welcome.
By Christmas, most of the previously virginal boys in our house, had steady girls. Such was the improving influence our sessions had on them. For the Christmas Party, I added a new rule. Girlfriends welcome. Although some of the boys had to keep our usual parties secret from their girls, and other partners knew of the sessions, but weren't interested in joining in, three girls, besides Susan, did make it to our Christmas Bash. If you like, I'll tell you about it some time...
I had one of the two ground floor rooms of my second year house, and my girlfriend had the other. Another 7 rooms all held male students, most of whom we didn't know when we moved in. My girlfriend was very petite; 5'4", and around 7 stone. She had long red hair, pale skin, C cup tits, and the tidy curls of red hair between her legs had never be trimmed, leaving them soft and fluffy. In this story, which is otherwise largely true, I'll call her Susan.
There was one guy, Danny, who I already knew from my course, and he had rented the house for us. He was classically geeky; good with electronics, but bad socially, and hopeless with girls. I was pretty sure he was a virgin. The other 6 guys I didn't know, except perhaps having seen them at one or two social events over the first year. But they were pretty much carbon copies of Danny; virgins, or near-virgins, and not able to meet or attract girls. They were his mates, and I supposed Susan and I had been invited to join the house, just to fill the undesirable ground floor rooms.
My room was at the front, and had the only TV cable in the house. Because of that, it became the default Video Game lounge, and towards the end of our first week there, I was playing against Danny, when Susan came in, obviously from a shower. She had a small towel around her head, turban style, and a larger one wrapped around her body. When she came in, the large towel was low enough to be showing some cleavage, although her rose pink inch-and-a quarter nipples were safely covered. It wasn't unusual for her to come to my room after a shower, and it had been her habit at the end of the first year, to come into my room in her dressing gown, then shed that to lounge about naked while her skin air-dried.
On this first occasion in our new home, she had come into the room, no doubt, intending to do the same, but as she put her hands to the main towel to remove it, she noticed the company. With an unconcerned "Oh, hello Danny - sorry, I didn't know Dave had company", she deftly changed the action from one of removal, to instead hike it up to cover the cleavage, and tighten the tuck holding it in place. I was surprised though, that she didn't leave, and go to her room instead. She walked across, in front of us, and sat in a chair opposite, beside the TV screen, and facing us.
I mumbled a greeting, but carried on concentrating on the game, as normally, Danny could kick my ass at almost any game. Very quickly though, I got the upper hand, and won a rare victory. I glanced over towards Susan, to see if she was impressed by my win, and instead saw why Danny had fumbled his advantage. In hiking her towel high to hide her tits, Susan had left it very short at the bottom. Short enough that, sat facing us, and with her legs uncrossed, a patch of fluffy red hair was just visible by the glow of the TV. It wasn't much of a show; hardly pornographic, nor even erotic to me. But it had Danny flustered.
Hoping to press my advantage, I challenged him to a re-match. Of course, he wanted to stay while the "show" was on, so he agreed. However, even with my girls legs to enjoy, he still had the upper hand, and looked like he could beat me this time. Then Susan came to the rescue again. She reached down beside her chair, to take up one of her text books, and make use of the time to study while she dried off. After that movement, when she sat back again her legs were slightly parted. Now, not only was the red patch better displayed, but there was even a little bit of her very ample pink lips on show. My cock stirred, and Danny completely lost concentration on the game. It was all he could do to pretend to be playing, and not just stare in awe at a very pretty pussy. He couldn't cope though. He made an excuse, and rushed out the room, failing to hide the lump in his trousers.
Susan looked up, one eyebrow raised, silently asking me what had just happened. I chuckled my way through the explanation, pointing out the view she had given us both. She flushed a little, but having assured herself I wasn't angry, she brushed it off.
And there it might have ended. But it didn't. That night, while I fingered her to orgasm, she came much quicker, and much wetter than normal. She was already unusually wet when I first started to cares her crotch, and she shuddered her way to a gushing climax in just a minute or two. I delicately didn't ask her why; I thought I knew.
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I only had to wait about a week, to have my suspicions confirmed. Once again, Susan returned from the shower to find my room in games-den mode. But this time, I noticed, she had chosen a smaller towel. Even with the top edge, as before, only just covering her nipples, the bottom edge was tantalizingly near to her bush while she stood before us. Danny wasn't playing though; he was sat watching while Derek and I played. Derek was a sportsman, 6'4" and solid, with blue eyes. He wasn't as shy as the other house mates, and I thought I needed to watch Susan a bit while he was around.
Susan calmly greeted my guests, and offered to fetch us snacks, which were accepted. To fetch the snacks, she walked to beside the TV, and bent over to my cache of junk food. Bending over was never going to be a ladylike proposition in that towel, and her ass was entirely exposed for the 10 seconds it took her to find our selections. Her freshly scrubbed asshole was a treat, but not nearly so much as the folds of pink cunt surrounded by soft fur. I wanted to throw out the boys, and fuck her as she stood. But Susan clearly had other plans. She passed out the snacks, then took her usual seat beside the TV. Sitting with one foot on the floor, and the other cocked up and resting against the first knee, her cunt was entirely exposed. There could be no pretense she didn't know it, either, but she was the only calm one in the room.
Video games were abandoned, in favor of a general chat. It might have been a regular group discussion in the coffee shop, but for Susan's crotch peeping at us. She had to carry the conversation, as Danny was speechless, Derek was struggling, and even I kept forgetting what we were talking about. Once again, Danny had to leave after only a few minutes, in visible cock-distress. But Derek stayed long enough to start, and finish a beer. I fetched them, to try to keep Susan still, but I didn't succeed. As I passed hers to her, she reached up, and the corner of her towel dropped down to expose her right tit. The nipple wasn't fully erect, but it puckered in a way I knew to mean she was pretty aroused. She left it uncovered.
As soon as Derek drained his bottle, she said, "You'll have to leave now Derek, we have things to do". I didn't think we had plans, but I supported her. "Yeah, fuck off Derek", was my friendly addition. He thanked me for the beer, then went over and kissed Susan on the cheek, cheeky bastard! It would have been an appropriate gesture, I supposed, if we had been going our separate ways after a beer in the pub. But I thought it was pretty forward to put his hand on her naked shoulder, inches from her exposed tit, and lean over her exposed and swelling pussy.
As soon as the door shut behind him, Susan had an instruction. "Fuck me, right now". It wasn't an unwelcome instruction. My cock was rigid, and it slid right up to the hilt on the first attempt. She was awash with desire, and I pumped ample cum into her, in record time. As I ran dry, I called her "My dirty shameless slut", and that pushed her, too, over the edge.
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The stakes rose quickly. On the next occasion, Danny was elsewhere, but Derek and two others showed up, as soon as the rumbling pipes told them Susan was in the bathroom. They brought the beers, which seemed only fair. With three guests, one of them was in Susan's chair when she came in. He offered to get up, but she was a hostess by nature. "No, no, stay there Alistair; I can sit on the floor."
She used the small turban-towel to vigorously dry her long hair. During this process, her main towel slipped to the floor, much to everyone's delight. She continued the process, her tits jiggling mightily. Then, instead of recovering the towel, she bent, folded it neatly in half, and sat on it. She crossed her legs, lotus style, and let us all enjoy her naked charms.
This occasion was mid-week, but I decided on something special for the weekend. With a house full of geeks, I knew a 'Star Wars' movie night would be popular, so I let it be known I would be showing the first three movies, back-to-back, on Friday night. As expected, when I started the first film at around 10pm, my room was full, with several bean bags having been brought in to augment my insufficient couch and chair. Susan, as I had instructed, joined us ten minutes after the start, threw her damp towels in the corner, and squeezed naked onto the couch next to me, taking a fourth place on the three-seater. Despite several of our guests being first-timers, they had clearly been told by the others how to behave, and showed no shock or surprise. They were openly sharing their attention between the many-times seen film, and the new interest of my dainty sex toy.
Susan, to get a bit more space, d****d her leg over mine, which exposed her crotch nicely. I put my left hand across her shoulder, my hand falling to stroke her tit and nipple. Soon after, I put my right hand in her lap, and teased at her soft red curls. Interest in the film was falling, and Alistair, who was squashed up against Susan's other side, turned his head to watch my hands at play. Her nipple stiffened under my fingers, and as I twisted and tweaked at her twat hair, she gave a moan, and slid her hips forward in the chair. Then she raised her left leg, to hook over Alistair's knees, so that her cunt was now quite open to the room. All eyes were on her now, as I ran a finger up and down her slit, carrying her lubrication up to her clit, then massaging it firmly.
Alistair was rather crushed and cramped, by her legs across him, and he soon had to twist into a more comfortable position, quarter-facing her. In this way, his left hand naturally rested on her left knee. After a pause, I think to allow protest from Susan or I, he began gently running his fingers up and down her inside thigh, respectfully stopping several inches from her boiling crotch. I did, now, feel a pang of jealousy, and indeed, considered throwing everyone out, and screwing Susan hard and alone. But then I ran my finger back down for some more lubrication, and found a hot pool of sticky girl-cum. She was way beyond excited, and might not forgive me if I ended this session abruptly. So I worked on replacing my jealous feelings with pride in my slut, and left Alistair caressing her thigh.
"Higher", Susan whispered. Then, to make sure he knew she meant him, she turned to face Alistair, and whispered more urgently, "Higher!". I felt, rather than saw Alistair lift his eyes to see what I would do. I kept my gaze glued to the otherwise ignored space-battle on screen. Alistair's caresses moved higher by half an inch each stroke, until his hand was in danger of brushing mine, while I casually tugged on her loosening and swelling lips. I moved my hand out of her lap, and up to her right tit, so that now I was pulling and twisting both nipples. She bucked her hips encouragingly towards his hand, and he continued the next stroke of caress all the way into her tangled forest.
As his fingers reached the top, a collective moan escaped the gathering; not only from Alistair, and loudly from Susan, but across the room, several gasps and moans were involuntarily released. Alistair seemed content to continue his strokes of Susan's milk white, baby-soft inner thigh, just barely brushing her bush with each stroke. But she was past that, and turning again towards him, she panted "Get your fingers wet". He hungrily complied, immediately thrusting two fingers into her sopping hole.
More gasps and moans came out of the darkness, as he inexpertly, but frenziedly pumped her noisy, squelching cunt. She lifted her knees high, and wide, opening herself as fully as she could, and began a continuous, raptured moan. Derek pulled himself closer on his bean-bag, until his was right up close to the action. When Alistair's arm tired, and he collapsed back into the chair, Susan cried out for more, and Derek immediately buried his face in her cunt, licking and sucking noisily, like he was trying to drink all her pussy juice. He ran his tongue deep into her, and up to her clit, and down to her asshole. Then he nibbled and chewed those fleshy cunt flaps until she clenched her fists, and her knees flew together in convulsion. I thought Derek's head would pop between her locked thighs.
The room went quiet. Susan released Derek's head from her vice, pushed him aside, and stood. She was instantly shy, ashamed. She mumbled "goodnight, boys", and hurried off to her room. In quick succession, my guests made their excuses, and slunk away, until only Derek and Alistair remained. Neither seemed to know how to take their leave, so I pleaded with them. "You two aren't going to make me watch this film on my own, are you? Stay, just for the first film, and have a beer with me". So they did. By the end of the film, laughing and seeing who knew the words best, there was no awkwardness. What had happened, was enjoyed by all, and there would be no repercussions.
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Susan didn't come to my room that night. She was sated, and didn't want me; and also afraid she had gone too far. She actually knocked on my door in the morning, before entering. I kissed her fears away, and told her she had been magnificent. Now, the taboo had been broken. Many nights, and every Friday night, became slut-night in our house, and never where there less than five boys in the room, to finger-fuck and lick and suck Susan's tits, cunt and arse to a frenzy. Her fame spread outside the house, as I began to invite carefully selected acquaintances from other contexts. We had to publish some rules.
No wanking in my room; I don't want to clean up your mess.
Your cock stays in your pants, unless she wants to suck you off, or give you a hand job.
No-one has full intercourse.
Everyone admitted is free to watch, but you don't touch Susan until she invites you.
Susan tells you what she wants, and if you like, you can do it; but you don't have to. Pure voyeurs are welcome.
By Christmas, most of the previously virginal boys in our house, had steady girls. Such was the improving influence our sessions had on them. For the Christmas Party, I added a new rule. Girlfriends welcome. Although some of the boys had to keep our usual parties secret from their girls, and other partners knew of the sessions, but weren't interested in joining in, three girls, besides Susan, did make it to our Christmas Bash. If you like, I'll tell you about it some time...
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