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Debbie was my wife’s best friend in High school and was in our wedding party. She was always, funny, and charming with a pretty face but was about thirty pounds overweight which always held her back with dating. It had been a few years since I saw her when my wife informed me that she had gotten divorced, lost weight, got engaged, and moved in with her fiancé.Debbie was coming over to hang out at the pool tonight. I had to work late so I told her I was looking forward to seeing them when I got home.My working late consisted of dropping off an insurance policy to a young couple. The husband quickly signed for the policy and ran off to play golf while I spend the next hour fucking his young bride silly. During the selling of the policy, I had correctly picked up on Ataşehir Escort her attraction for me so the fucking started within three minutes of him walking out the door.I arrived home all wound up, changed, and went to the pool. Judging by the giggling that I heard they were already three sheets to the wind. They stood up to greet me and the first thing that I noticed was that Debbie had lost a lot of weight and she was stunning in her bikini.I jumped into the pool to hopefully hide the hard-on that I was developing and swam for a half hour or so. A long shower was followed by some alone time in the den watching the Red Sox.Around 10:00 I checked on the ladies and they were plastered. My wife doesn’t drink a lot so she was Ataşehir Escort Bayan out of her element. Debbie looked shaky on her feet as well. I said, “Debbie, you aren’t planning on driving?”My wife offered her the guest room but she wanted to get home so I offered to drive her. She could get her car the next day. I helped my wife upstairs to bed and then returned to help Debbie to the car. She was unsteady so she held onto my arm tightly down the stairs.I buckled her into the passenger side and hopped into the driver’s seat of the Minivan. As we started the ten-minute drive she chuckled, “I never thought I would see you driving a minivan. If you had one of these in high school you would have been a dangerous date.”“If Escort Ataşehir we were still in high school you would be in trouble right now, good trouble, but trouble nonetheless,” I responded. I reached over and rubbed the back of her neck and she did nothing to stop me.Just as she was about to respond to me her phone dinged. “My fiancé,” she said. “He had too much to drink playing golf and is going to bed without me.”She started to type but I told her to stop and that she should tell him to go to bed and that she would be leaving soon. She had a confused look on her face so I slid my hand down and started to squeeze her left breast, ultimately pinching her nipple causing her to gasp. It took a minute of me massaging her breast but she eventually smiled and typed it exactly as I dictated.I drove right past her road and to the back of the commuter parking lot down the street. I quickly texted my wife (even though I knew she was asleep) that there was an incident and that I would be delayed. I told Debbie if she ever asked that she was sick by the side of the road.
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