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    Let's Get A Little Definition Friendly – (Chapter: [5]Content; Satisfied, or showing satisfaction with the way things are)

    She slipped her tounge into my slit and let out a sigh. I held her head in place, she wasn’t going anywhere, I was making sure of that. I felt twitch-like feeling in my pussy, and knew I was almost there. It was right before I tensed up that she stopped "What the fuck?!". She let her breath hit my center "Ashley no, c’mon!" I pushed my hips up in hopes that her tounge would re-enter me. "I have an idea" she said while pushing on my thighs and standing. She looked good naked, if we could go to school like that, she’d be even more popular. "Right now?" I asked in disbelief what ever she had on her mind could wait at least another minute.

    "Yeh, right now" she said kssing me quickly and vanishing into the hall way outside of her door, she was gone. "What about clothes?…" I asked myself, for she had left fast. I lay there in shock and in confusion. Half of me told myself to go on without her, but when I put my hand in my soaked region, I knew I wanted Ashley to finish me off. So I looked around the room, and tried to fixate on something else. That giant fucking letter again. I lowered my head, thinking of how truly wasted I must have been to have done something like that with Kyla.

     "Ashley!" I yelled getting impatient, and losing my high. Though, I’m sure it had only been a minute or so, it was a minute too long. I saw a shadow approach the door, and covered up, even though I’m sure it was Ashley. Ashley popped her head into the door "Chill" she mumbled before flashing me her signature smile. Her hands behind her back, as if she were getting anywhere without telling me what it was. "What is it?" Ashley just shook her head and gave a coy smile. "So you fucked up my orgasm, and aren’t even going to show me what was so important?"

    She laughed "Sassy, you’ll see…err…feel" she walked back over to the bed. Still covering what she had in her hands from a curious me. She took one hand from behind her back, and put it on my stomach, trailing down to my center, and eventually that very special opening. She barley put her finger inside, and licked her lips. I moved forward, only to have her jerk her hand back. "Spencer, cooperate" I rolled my eyes playfully and nodded. "Close your eyes" she demanded, and I did so submissivley without question. I heard a bottle being squeezed, and then something like a massage. Bingo! Must be a strap-on.

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    1. wow. yeah. I’d say that whole thing was very successful for Ashley…and from the looks of it, Spencer too. I just wish Kyla would disintegrate or fall down an elevator shaft? Could you make that happen please?!?!?!! pms!!! love it!!! (and think about the elevator shaft…?!?)

    2. I think Kyla and Ashley’s ex drug them as part of their sinister plan to break up Spashley. Yeah, that’s it, gotta be it. I’m in love with this story. Is that even possible? PMS!

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