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Chapter 7 by Javalar Javalar

What's next?

Let's take this to the bedroom...

"Let's go upstairs", you moan softly... "the maid might find us..."

Dave sighs, as if he does not want to stop, but then nods: "You are right, darling."

You both stand up, Dave closes his trousers, you button up your blouse, and you climb the stairs to the bedroom. But as you arrive upstairs, the magic seems to be gone. Both of you suddenly feel tired.

"Tommorrow?", Dave asks. You nod in agreement.

You fall asleep...

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