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I smiled, and pressed my cheek into the warmth of his jacket. It had been a long, cold walk from hot girls sucking dick T. He shifted so that he had one arm around me, and knocked on the door. There was a muffled shout of, “Hey, just come on in,” and so we did.
The change in temperature was dramatic. My glasses fogged up and I struggled to untangle the scarf from my coat zipper. The house smelled like pizza and popcorn. I really did not want to be there.
Jake dragged me into the living room, where most of his friends had gathered. I smiled and was introduced to a bunch of rowdy guys in their mid-to-late-twenties. There were a couple women in the room too. One was talking with the guys and laughing a lot. The other was still dressed in her business clothes. She was sexy in a cold sort of way; she had a strange vibe about her. Jake steered me through the crowd of khaki and flannel shirts to the first woman. “This is Lauren,” he said. “Lauren, this is my girlfriend Honey.”
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“Thanks,” I replied. I liked her. But as we chatted, I was watching the other girl out of the corner of my eye. Jake had gone to stand next to her. She turned, smiled slightly, and put her hand on his arm. hot desi girls made eye contact with Jake over Lauren’s head, and he motioned me over. I excused myself and made my way to them.
“Hey,” I said, “what’s up?”
“Honey, I’d like you to meet Sylvia. Sylvia, this is Honey.”
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