Sluts take turns getting their pussies licked before getting fucked on the couch

And that's how I ended up here, one year later, outside Raylene's house,

hoping to make my day just by catching a glimpse of her.

And what a glimpse it was. A whole year and she was just as beautiful as I remember her.

It felt good being close to her like that.

It was almost as if we were a couple again, taking a Sunday drive together, but in separate cars.

I was hoping we might go somewhere romantic together and we did.

It was the park where I took her on our second date.

I met her there by a lake. It was her idea, both then and now.

Maybe she knew I was following her, maybe she wanted me to come forward and hold her hand and kiss her lips.

Just like the good old days. Maybe.

If I was a drinking man, I might have gone off to find the nearest bar and just drank away my sorrows.

But ******* always makes me break out in hives.

So I had to find another way to make myself feel better.

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