Part 2 of the [group] [couples] [FMF] [MFMF] [FFM] [etc] [whatever] story from college

Part 1 is here: https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cz9ihd/my_girlfriend_and_i_had_fun_with_my_coworker_and/

The belt wouldn’t have lasted two minutes. Amy and Michelle were back on each other right inside the door of the house. It wasn’t their continued make out session that would have made the belt come off though. It was the realization by both women that they had to piss really badly. They went to the bathroom. After two flushes of the toilet, Brandon suspected that some things were happening without us. Since no one had locked the bathroom door, he was able to prove his theory correct by throwing it open and revealing Amy and Michelle in a lip lock. Amy’s jeans were down around her ankles. Michelle’s skirt had been pulled up to her hips. The angle I was looking through the door, and Brandon being partially in the way, kept me from seeing much at first. He stepped aside and jokingly said, “I think they’re trying to do this without us.”

Both women simultaneously protested that. One said, “Uh uh.” The other said, “No we’re not. Get in here.”

Brandon obliged. I tried, but the room was too narrow. Amy was also still drunk enough that she stumbled on the side of the tub and fell in! Brandon just barely caught her and kept her from hitting her head. Michelle suggested we take things to another room.

Brandon chose the living room. He had the idea of playing some porn movie on the television while we went about our business. It worked pretty well for about 30-45 minutes as we split up into couples again. But, it wasn’t what was playing on the TV that made it interesting. I hardly looked at it. Why would I when there was real life action taking place in the same room?

“They seem to be having a lot of fun. Should we just watch them for a while?” Michelle asked. I was balls deep in her as she was on top, straddling me with her knees on the edge of the couch. I think it was an odd angle and wore her out more quickly than normal and she caught me watching Brandon and Amy. I also think she just wanted to see Amy get railed.

Brandon was taking care of that. He had a pretty big dick. I was actually surprised. I’m probably on the upper end of average, maybe just a bit over that line, depending on who you ask. Brandon was substantially bigger than me. I didn’t quite realize just how much bigger until he pulled out of Amy, not because he was about to finish, but because Amy asked him to go down on her. I think his size caught Michelle’s eye too. She pulled her head back and momentarily raised her eyebrows. I think she tried to hide her reaction for my ego, but it wasn’t necessary.

Realizing that I was hearing what Amy sounded like when she was getting fucked, I agreed that we should just observe for a while. When Brandon put his face between Amy’s legs, her sound changed. Instead of “ugh” or uncontrollable little yelps in response to a thrust, she started to let out long breaths that eventually became much shorter and sharper. They eventually had a little bit of voice added to them, turning those sharp breaths into little shrieks and the longer ones into quiet moans. A couple of minutes later the moans stopped being so quiet. They got longer too. She never uttered a single word. She didn’t need to. It was obvious she was having fun.

She remembered at the last second she had an audience in me and Michelle. If she cared, it was too late to stop herself from cumming. But, you could tell that she made an intentional effort to keep quiet as her orgasm rippled through her. She even brought her hand up to her face. It looked like she gave some thought to covering her mouth but she only got one or two fingers up to the tip of her nose and turned her head ever so slightly away as she bit her bottom lip hard trying to stay quiet and her eyes, though she fought to keep them mostly open, gave away what she was feeling and that she was trying to hide it. I’d learn later that Amy is usually quite loud when she cums. She was tempering her performance in that moment for some reason.

Michelle said it was her turn. She started grinding on me instead of riding me up and down. We’d not changed positions. She was still on top, straddling me off the edge of the couch. She asked me to move to the floor. I knew where she was going with it. Michelle could cum easier than any woman I’ve ever been with. She could rub or grind her clit against the top of my pubic bone and get off within about 90 seconds and that’s what she did. It took even less time than usual, and she was louder than normal. She had been worked up since the bar parking lot, had just seen her friend cum on her husband’s face, and was able to reach a climax of her own very quickly.

We were young enough when this happened that Amy, immediately after Michelle caught her breath, suggested we “turn that shit off” (referring to tape Brandon had put on) and asked that we all go to the bedroom. We did so. The girls were still up for it and even though it was well past 2:00 in the morning, Brandon and I weren’t tired, somehow.

Upon entering Brandon and Amy’s room, Brandon immediately suggested we broaden the rules. Now, assuming everyone was OK with it, the girls could suck the dick of either guy. Michelle started with me, and Amy with Brandon, as soon as we sat down on the bed, but it wasn’t long before I saw Amy’s face come up next to Michelle’s. With my dick still in Michelle’s mouth, Amy said, “I want to suck your boyfriend’s dick. Can I?”

Michelle took me out of her mouth and pushed my dick sideways a bit toward Amy’s face and said, “Here ya go. I bet he wants you to.” I did.

Amy could take me deeper than Michelle. Michelle was not actually able to take a dick very deep into her mouth. Amy was a different story. A bit above average in the deep throat department. She would take an extra inch-and-a-half compared to Michelle without effort. Probably two inches extra, or a bit more, if she really tried. She did so about four or five times. Just like feeling the first set of different tits in a long time earlier in the evening was an amazing experience, so was feeling a new set of lips and a different back of a throat on my dick for the first time in over a year.

Michelle had taken Brandon into her mouth without me realizing. About 45 seconds after I noticed, she pulled away and said, “Switch.” As if they had practiced it, the two women sucked the other dick that was in front of them. That is until a minute or so later when Michelle would say the one word, “switch”, again. They’d go back to sucking the other one.

This kept up for a few minutes before Brandon said, “Your partner has to make you cum. The other guy’s woman can’t make you cum.” He spoke it as if there were a group in the room. I supposed it was the easiest way to say, “I’m not comfortable with my wife making you cum, especially when I know it will probably be in her mouth or on her face.”

It wasn’t a problem for a while longer as Amy pulled Michelle on top of her. I was the lucky one as the way they landed made it easiest for me to get between their legs and enter Michelle from behind. It was doggy style, but with another woman underneath. Brandon suspected I might go for it and take my dick out of Michelle and slide into Amy. He was right to think it would have been easy. They were both obviously horny as hell and enjoying every second of the experience, so they were grinding their wet pussies together hard. Their slits were only inches from each other. I wouldn’t have done it without consent from each of them though. Brandon didn’t risk it and said, “Let’s wait on fucking the other guy’s girlfriend.” I agreed and turned my attention back to Michelle’s hot ass that just so happened to have Amy’s pussy right underneath it.

Brandon got off the bed to go get some “toys” he said they had under the bed. Michelle was kissing Amy’s neck and I couldn’t see her face. Amy took that moment where my girlfriend and her boyfriend weren’t looking to give me a look of her own. She let me know with her eyes that she was disappointed with that new limit being placed.

Amy and Michelle rolled over shortly afterwards. Brandon was still moving things around under the bed. He never did find what he was looking for and there even seemed to be a bit of tension for a couple of seconds after he asked Amy where the “big pink dildo” was and she didn’t know.

While he continued his search for another coupe of minutes, I got to plow into Michelle with Amy on top of her. Now it seemed like doggy style with Amy even though I was still actually in my own girlfriend.

Amy had done this on purpose. She looked back at me and gave me a look that would normally mean, “Fuck me hard.” In this moment, her sideways glance back out of the corner of her eye to catch mine, her little squint coupled with the ever so slight, but ever so obvious, closed lip smile let me know that she at least wanted me to pretend with her that I was fucking her instead of Michelle.

If there had been any doubt about that, she began rocking back toward me with each thrust and that was confirmation that she had a little bit of a fantasy going on in her head. Michelle caught on and asked, “Does it feel like he’s fucking you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish he could?”

A very sheepish, barely audible, “Yes.”

Michelle pressed the point. “What? Did you say you wished he were fucking you instead of me?”

A little louder. “Yes.”

“I don’t think he can hear you.”

Amy finally blurts out, “YES. I wish your boyfriend could fuck me!”

Brandon raises his head over the side of their unusually tall bed and says, “Hey! It’s OK to want to fuck him, but you can’t tonight. I’ve got ideas in my head too, but I’m sure we’ll end up doing this again.”

At that point he stands up having given up his search. “And we’ll have the big pink, veiny dildo then too. Are you playing with it when I’m not here?”

Amy replies, “No. I only do anything with it because you want me to. The thing about tears me in half.”

Brandon and Amy’s tone catches Michelle’s attention. We know this couple well enough to know when things are getting tense. I don’t think either of us expected things to trend that way, even if it was only just barely. Michelle saved the day and said, “Solve the dildo mystery later, let’s just keep fucking and sucking. We need more beer.”

Brandon was still standing and so had to run to the kitchen to get it. There was an awkward moment when Amy looked back at me like she wanted me to sneak a few thrusts into her pussy. But, as I said, “Not tonight. Let’s keep everyone comfortable.” Brandon yelled from about halfway to the kitchen, “And don’t fuck my wife while I’m not in the room.”

Amy responded, “Can he when you get back in here?”

The distance muffled the response a little bit, but it was clearly, “We’ll see.”

“Put your fingers in me then. I need something in me.” Amy said.

I obliged. As my middle finger went in her, she dipped her back and raised her hips to give me better access. She also let out a long breath and Michelle asked, “Does that feel good?”

“I’m going to need to be fucked in a minute.” Amy said.

“Me too.” Michelle replied.

Amy started moving her ass to compliment the movements of my hand. I went for two fingers and that caused a gasp to come from her mouth. I reach around her left hip and found her clit. That elicited a shudder and a short moan.

Brandon walked back in, saw what was happening and said he had to get back in on the fun. Amy rolled off the top of Michelle and grabbed Brandon’s dick. “Did you lose a little something down there?” she asked.

“Having done it earlier today is making me lose my hard on easier.” he said.

Before any of this activity had started, Brandon had mentioned that he thought Michelle and I might show up at their house while they were still fucking. He said he’d walked in on Amy while she was still naked after her shower and one thing led to another. Sort of like that whole night I guess.

Amy said, “I was actually impressed you got up at all earlier. You almost never can so quickly after we’ve fucked. Is it Michelle?”

“I think it’s a little bit of everything that’s going on, but I may still need a little help getting hard again.” Brandon said.

Amy told, didn’t suggest, ask, or hint, but TOLD Michelle, “Come get him hard again. Use your mouth. I want Jon to use his on me. Is that OK honey?”

Brandon saw the expression on Amy’s face and had to know where she wanted mine, but asked, “You want him to go down on you?”

“Yes.”

“Do it where I can watch.”

Amy grins. “Come here.” She says to me as she moves to an empty part of the bed. To Michelle, she says, “Turn this way so he can see.” She spreads her legs facing me, wraps her left hand around the top of the back of my neck and lays back, pulling my head with her as she goes. There is a dull thunk-like noise because, somewhat hilariously, she misjudged the distance to the bottom of the bed by about an inch and she hit her head on the footboard.

I pause, confused for a split second, then curious if she’s OK. “I just barely hit it, I’m fine.” I start to smile and think it’s worth of a chuckle. Amy puts her hand on the back of my head and starts to pull me back down as she says, “Come on. I need this.”

The angle causes my face to land where my chin just barely grazes the top of her bush. My forehead is somewhere around her belly button. My lips are in a good place to start some light kissing and I start doing so right around what would be her belt line. That is if she had pants on.

I don’t get very far with that, probably three or four light kisses just above her pubic bone, before she pushes on the top of my head and says in a frustrated tone, “Come on. Go down.”

I scoot back on the bed and slide my face down. I admit that I didn’t look back to see what was going on with Brandon and Michelle or to see if there was any objection by either of them. I could hear her slurping on his dick. She even gagged once I think, right in that brief window of time when I wondered what my girlfriend was doing behind me.

Amy smelled too good to keep wondering though. It was my turn to be primal. She was sweet. Not in personality, not by a long shot. In scent. I moved in. I spread her labia, felt around with my fingers to orient myself, and gave her one long lick to get started. She let out another shorth, sharp gasp. I was becoming familiar with her sounds as well as her smell. Her taste wasn’t far behind. Sharper than her scent, but still sweet somehow. She was very wet and warm. Warmer than I remember Michelle ever getting. Probably warmer than any woman I’ve pleasured with my mouth since.

I started flicking my tongue. She made a new sound. She liked it. She needed it. She couldn’t hide it.

She made it get a bit harder to hit the right spots as the next few minutes rolled by. She began moving her hips up and down. She tried to grab me by my hair, but I kept it too short for her to get a good grip so she started squeezing my head and restricting my movement.

“Is he doing a good job baby?” Brandon asked.

“God yes.” was the barely audible reply. She was struggling through the sensations to get words out. “Is it OK if I cum?”

Surprisingly, Brandon hadn’t come up with a rule about a man making the other woman cum. Though surprised by the question, he didn’t miss the chance to come up with one. “Only your partners can make you cum.”

Amy responded with a simple, “Well, fuck.” that was one part frustrated at the new boundary that had been set and one part dripping with the pleasure that she couldn’t hide was building up inside her.

“Are you going to cum?” Brandon asked.

“If he keeps going, I’m going to cum all over his face. And soon. Oh God!”

“Wait. Don’t. Don’t cum. Let’s slow down and enjoy this some more.” Brandon said.

“Well, is your dick hard yet?!” Amy asked. “Fuck. Dammit. I need to cum.”

“I’m hard. She did a good job!” Brandon said.

Amy looks down at me and says, “I’m going to go ride Brandon’s dick.” I start picking myself up off my stomach, realize my neck was starting to hurt because of the angle it was in and start to feel grateful that I got the change in position I didn’t know I needed.
Amy tells Brandon to get on his back and she hops on him as soon as he does.

She started riding him like I’ve not seen any other woman in real life since ride anyone else. Her ass bounced up and down. She changed to rotating her hips while she was fully impaled on him. She started fully moving her body up and down on his sizeable cock. Back to the hip rotations. More grinding. Moaning all the while.

Brandon looked surprised. This was something that obviously didn’t happen often, this type of enthusiasm. Even Michelle and I exchanged a brief glance to silently say “Wow!” to each other.

Then it was my turn to be surprised. Michelle picked up one of the beers Brandon had brought it, drank about half of it and said, “I bet that big dick feels good!”

Amy barely got her head to nod in agreement before she let out a sound that resembled a roar, but changed into, “OOOOHHHHH MY GOD! OHHHHHHHHHHH. MY. GOOODDD!”

Another noise like a roar. She’s still going, grinding on Brandon at this point, but had also started to click her own mouse with her left hand. She reached out with her right one to grab a handful of Michelle’s hair and you could see how hard she was gripping it by how her hand trembled, not to mention some sudden long blinks by Michelle and some pursed lips. Michelle hadn’t been anticipating that happening or how it felt.

Amy slumps forward on Brandon. He asks if that was her third orgasm of the day. It was. She also said it was, by far, the strongest of the day. Maybe the best she’d had in a while.

“I’m so sensitive.” Amy finally says after catching her breath.
“Well, that’s what cumming three times in a day will do to you.” Michelle replied.

“I bet we could get her to cum three times if we try.” Brandon said, talking about Michelle.

Michelle said she’d already cum once that night in the living room. Brandon, somehow, hadn’t noticed.

Michelle had been uncharacteristically loud. She was always loud. But when she came just an hour or so before, she had ramped up the volume on her rhythmic, primal noises. She almost never said words. Not, “I’m cumming.” Not, “Oh my God!” Not, “Yes, yes!” Just a full voiced, pulsating not-quite yell that was always an octave or two above her regular voice. In the living room that night, it was a full-on yell. Same pitch, tone, and rhythm. But, much louder.

Still, Brandon said he hadn’t noticed. He playfully said he’d still allow it to “count.” He once again lamented that he couldn’t find the pink dildo as he was sure that would have gotten Michelle her second orgasm of the day.

“I can get her off without it.”

It was Amy that said it. Brandon asked if Amy wanted him to get her vibrator, assuming, for some reason, that she would use it on Michelle.

“No, I don’t need it.” was Amy’s simple reply. She sat back up, leaned forward, started kissing Michelle, put a hand on each of Michelle’s shoulders, and pushed her onto her back.

The kissing continued, but it was Amy kissing Michelle’s neck this time. Then her collar bone. Then between her tits. She left a trail of pecks down Michelle’s flat stomach. Then she stopped, moved backward about a foot to get a better angle, and pushed Michelle’s knees apart.

“This okay?” Amy asked Michelle as Brandon and I sat stunned in anticipation of what we knew was next if Michelle said yes.

She didn’t say yes. She nodded eagerly instead. As soon as she saw the nods, Amy dove into Michelle’s crotch and didn’t bring her face out of it until Michelle came. For those minutes in between, Michelle was overwhelmed by how good she felt. As soon Amy’s mouth found Michelle’s clit, Michelle arched her back and spent most of the time Amy was licking her with only her shoulder blades, the heels of her feet, and her ass touching the bed. Her arms were too busy either reaching for Amy’s hair or her own tits.

After a couple of minutes of Amy’s tongue working on her, Brandon asked Michelle if she thought Amy would make her cum. Without missing a beat, without taking her mouth off Michelle, Amy uses her eyes to look up and see what Michelle says. Michelle doesn’t notice Amy looking because her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. She is too breathless to speak, but she does nod her head again.

I ask, “Does it feel good?”

Another nod.

“Can you tell me how good?”

Michelle struggles to say something but can’t really get it out. I think I hear the word “great” in what she was able to mumble. Even when it isn’t me, well, even when it isn’t a man giving it to her, Michelle is vocal during sex, but not all that verbal.

That suddenly changed for about thirty seconds as Michelle lifted her head to look down at Amy’s face between her legs and whispered, “Amy, you’re going to make me cum.” She turns her head to look at me and says, “A girl is going to make me cum. You like that?”

Of course I did. I was still in my early twenties and I think most men have a broad variety of fantasies at that age and, surely, seeing their girlfriend with another woman is high on most lists.

“Are you hard?”

I tell her yes, I’m very hard.

“Let me suck your dick while she makes me cum.”

I get up on my knees, move on them toward Michelle’s head and push my hips forward. Yeah, I’m hard.

Michelle doesn’t even get me into her mouth before her face tightens. I’m glad I wasn’t in her mouth when it happened because I don’t know that her teeth wouldn’t have ended up on my dick. She regained momentary control, just long enough to look down at Amy and say, again, “You’re gonna make me come.”

Amy sensed she needed to look up when she heard Michelle say that. Same as before, it was only her eyes that moved and they locked on to Michelle’s. Still never taking her mouth off Michelle, Amy’s eyes narrowed, most likely because she was smiling behind Michelle’s bush and pubic mound, we just couldn’t see it.

Brandon said, “I think your wife’s gonna cum dude.”

She did. For what seemed like a full minute and Amy didn’t stop until Michelle’s orgasm had subsided. Then she backed up, sat on the bed, and started holding her chin in her hand as she moved her jaw back-and-forth and open and closed her mouth a few times.

“Not as easy as it looks is it?” Brandon smarted off.

“No, but fuck you. I suck your dick all the time even though my jaw gets sore then too.”

Michelle told me later she didn’t even hear that exchange. She was way too far lost in her endorphins at that time. But, for me, it was a flashback to the tension from a few minutes ago.

Brandon changes the tone of things quickly by saying, “That was hot. You look like you’re good at eating out.”

Michelle chimes in with a weak voice, “She is. And the next time we’re this drunk, she’s doing it again.”

Amy said we’d better wait a week so her jaw can heal.

“You know, the guys haven’t cum yet.” Brandon blurts out.

Michelle looks at Amy and says, “I think we can take care of that can’t we?”

Amy laid out a plan. “Yes, but let’s drink some of that beer before we start. My mouth needs a rest, but I want us to get the other’s boyfriend as close as we can before we go back to each other to let them finish.”

After 4-5 minutes of rest and beer drinking, Amy suddenly hits me on the knee and says, “Get that dick over here. I’m gonna get you close then you need to finish up in Michelle.”

I don’t resist and suddenly Amy has me in her mouth. For all the talk about getting me there fast, she was taking her time. She even began playing with my balls. Not long afterward, I felt her lips at the base of my dick. She had taken me all in. She tried again but didn’t quite make it. She tried a third time. Even though it was a struggle and I felt her slightly and quietly gag, she got all the way down again. A few bobs of her head later, she started to look up at me. She started to go no more than about a third of the way down my shaft while using her hand on the rest.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and Amy lightly clawed the front of my hip right hip with her free hand. I thought it was a coincidence, a subtle little move of hers while she gives blow jobs. But, the next time I closed my eyes for brief moment, she brought her hand off my cock and clawed, lightly but very intently, on the front of both of my hips.

I looked down and saw her looking up at me with her eyes. She wanted me to keep looking into hers, even while my dick was in her mouth. Maybe especially while my dick was in her mouth. She somehow managed to communicate “don’t look away” with only her eyes and by scratching my hips.

I finally had to tell her I was about to cum. Her eyes were good at expressing disappointment too. She knew we’d have to go back to our normal partners before it happened.
She didn’t quit sucking me. I thought I was going to have a decision to make. One it would have been hard to make in that moment. I’d have to decide to go ahead and cum in Amy’s mouth, or pull away and honor Brandon’s rule. He ended up making that decision for me.

“Did you say you’re about to cum?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, Amy, stop! Don’t make him cum. Michelle needs to make him cum. You need to get over here. Don’t worry, I’m close too.”

He couldn’t see her face as my back was to him and Michelle. Amy’s eyes seemed to be communicating again. This time it was either desire, heartbreak, or both. I couldn’t tell.

She took my cock out of her mouth and glanced up at me as if to say, “Well, I wish I could have finished the job. I wanted to.” But, in almost complete silence, we went back to our usual pairs. Both couples ended up in doggy position. Michelle and I faced the headboard. To our left, Amy and Brandon faced the footboard. We had one last little taste of the fantasy of sharing our sex lives with another couple as Brandon and I both pounded our women from behind and the clapping sounds of our hips slamming into our ladies’ asses and their grunts, moans, and random samples of dirty talk let us finish up in what I thought, at the time, was swinger style.

“Ugh.”
“Yeah.”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck me.”
“Just like that. Yeah.”
“Mmmph.”
“Oooooh.”
“Your dick feel good?”
“He fucking you good?”
“Awwww. Oh.”
“Oh God.”
“Is he going to make you cum?”
“Mmmmph.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Oh shit.”
“Unnnngh.”

Suddenly, it occurs to Amy that we’re in her bed and have no towels or rags. “Wait! I’m not sleeping in cum tonight.” she said.

Michelle said she’d go get some. Brandon said it was too late.
“Well, shit. Hold on.” Amy blurted out in response before moving faster than I’d seen her move all night, maybe ever, to get Brandon’s dick out of her, off all fours, onto her knees, and turned around where she started to press her tits together and lean slightly forward. Brandon took the hint and stroked himself for about fthree seconds before unloading on his wife’s tits.

“Brandon, go get some towels now that you’re done so that I can clean up and Michelle can too when they’re done.” Amy said.

Michelle said she wouldn’t need any towels. “Or maybe just a really small hand towel.”

I told her that I was about cum too, so Brandon had better hurry.

“Not a problem.”

She moves forward off of me and spins around like Amy had done moments earlier. But, Michelle did something different. She didn’t push her tits together. She put my dick in her mouth and started sucking it. Faster and faster. Deeper than usual, though still not as deep as Amy had gotten.

But Amy didn’t do this.

“I’m about to cum.” I told Michelle.

She backs off long enough to say, “I know.”

She puts my dick back in her mouth and sucks it harder than I’d seen either woman do all night. I’m at the edge. I go over it a few seconds later.

It’s a huge load. I can tell. It had been building all night. Michelle just kept her lips sealed on my dick and kept stroking me with her hand.

She may have known I was going to cum, but the first shot still caused her to let out a sharp “mmmm” that was clear heard even with my dick in her mouth.

It must have been obvious that I was filling up Michelle’s mouth because Amy said, “Oh my God. Did you let him cum in your mouth?”

“No. I MADE him cum in my mouth.” After a brief pause, Michelle added, “And I won’t need a rag.”

Brandon arrives with some towels. Amy cleans off her tits. Brandon tries one of the beers, but they’ve gotten warm sitting there so long. That makes everyone suddenly realize that it is past 3:00 in the morning and we’re all exhausted.

Things end rather abruptly. Michelle and I find our way to the spare bedroom. Just before I drift off to sleep, I hear Brandon and Amy fucking again. Michelle and I are too tired for that. I thought she was already asleep, but she said the next morning that she’d also heard them getting one more in after we left room.

Brandon had already gotten up and left the house the next morning by the time Michelle and I woke up. Amy was making breakfast. We shared a bite or two of it with her and made normal conversation for about 30-45 minutes afterwards before we got ready to go.

She made no mention of the night before. Neither did Brandon the next time I saw him at work. In fact, the night never came up again. That is, until we all ended up drunk at the same again time a few weeks later. But, that’s, literally, another story.

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