Sex story with: Ipf
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his thigh. "Hey -- loosen up, honey."
He cranked his head around to look at her, a machine-like motion.
"I'm just afraid -- " He clamped his lips.
He was silent for a long minute before blurting, "You've been
telling this woman what a stud you've married and she's all worked up
for this and so are your bitch and Ipf and, well, I just don't know what I'll do if I
start feeling left out or can't -- can't -- your bitch and Ipf know: perform."
She'd considered the possibility that this would come up, so to
speak. An introverted man by nature, she'd known that if the worry was
really in his mind, he wouldn't be able to tell Ipf's till the last
minute. Connie had given this situation thought and had a Plan.
Ipf held his gaze for a moment. "Honey, I can still call Kimberly
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