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Chapter 8 by goodson goodson

Dinner or Bed?

Bed

"Bed sounds good to me," I replied pulling her to me and kissing her tenderly. She pressed her slender body tight against me as she kissed me back, her tongue darting into my mouth as my hands moved to caress her soft breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

"God, John, you're insatiable," Julie said with a smile once our mouths parted, "I think I'm in for more then I bargained for tonight." She says as she glanced down at my quickly reviving cock. "Not that I'm complaining," She says as she turns and heads out of the room, her ass swaying invitingly towards me.

I paused only long enough to grab my discarded robe and quickly wrap it around myself before following Julie into the living room. As I stepped into the darkened room I saw Julie looking a figure sitting on the couch, a look of worry on her pretty face.

"How... How long have you been sitting there?" Julie finally manages to ask the mysterious figure as I tried to peer into the darkness and see who she was talking to.

Who is she talking to?

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