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  • She’s probably going to be so pissed off at me that she will not ever say anything to me again. But what would be worse is that she would tell my father! I’m sure that being a guy he might understand maid my having the magazine. But the ass chewing I was sure to get from leaving it out was going to be one for the record books. I stood quietly and just waited to hear the scream. But nothing happened. I did not hear a sound, and Lissa did not come back right away either. I had to know. I had to find out what was happening as I took a few steps over to my door. I looked in to see Lissa standing in threesome front of my counter in my bathroom with the magazine open to one of the pages. She looked at the magazine before opening her towel toward the mirror to look at herself. Damn it, her back was turned toward me! Her head moved back and forth between looking at the magazine and then at herself in the mirror. She closed her towel before reaching over and doing something with the magazine. It almost looked like she was writing. She then turned a few of the pages, pausing momentarily at each one before continuing. Again it looked like she wrote something. When she turned the last page she reset the magazine back to the position it was in before she came in to the bathroom and grabbed up the shampoo bottle. Immediately I jerked my head back and took a few steps back out into the hallway before she abruptly rounded the corner of my bedroom door with the shampoo bottle in hand. “Oh, you found it.” I quickly blurted out. Lissa flashed that pleasant smile up at me before she responded. “Oh yea, I found it alright.” she stated as she stepped past me in route to her own room. When she reached her door she stopped and turned sideways. “You know,” she said as she casually turned her head to the right and looked at me over her right shoulder. “I’ll bet that after today…you won’t need it anymore.” She then smiled very provocatively at me before taking one step to disappear through her doorway. My heart stopped…literally. I died watching and I didn’t even know it. In a flash I was stumbling my way into my bathroom, tripping over almost everything that was even remotely in my way. My magazine was right where I had left it, wide out in the open on the top of my counter. But there was also a pen sitting right next to it. Picking up the magazine I quickly flipped through the pages. "Your vagina was so tight, I couldn't hold on any longer" Zach said. She eased her legs down to the floor, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in front of me. As her hand went to my clitoris, she said, maid “Keep fucking, it’s my turn to watch.” Jarrod had already ordered a nice bottle watching of wine and had poured us all a glass. The male is too whiny for my tastes. This time I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet depths. "No Becky, there's no real damage." I had no threesome idea.” I was starting to think my lot in life was to be the guy who the women thought of as a friend, but never as anything more. “When you are, it’s easy enough to remove the implant.” She begins dialing the hospital.