Sleeping with her showed me

I woke up in bed with a groomsman and a girl from the party. She had me spooned, her nose in my neck. I wasn't wearing **, only a tshirt that belonged to him. I moved my hand down to pull the tshirt lower and ran my hand across her naked hips. I needed to pee so I woke her up, she let me out of bed, it was obvious when I walked that I'd had ** that night. She followed me to the toilet and sat down after me.

I found a washcloth and washed myself, she asked me to wash her too. She stood with her hands on my shoulders as I washed her furry kitty. We went back to bed, cuddled up tight so not too touch him. We kissed one long lip lock kiss and went back to sleep, tight in her arms.

His name was Frank, the cousin of the groom. Her name Anne his girlfriend, now mine. Frank lost out after that night, he never got me again and Anne moved in with me. Seems that when you can compare head on, it's clear that loving with a woman beats loving with a man. At least that's how it's been for us, Anne and me.

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