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[Note, this story follows the Thanksgiving Day story, “Very Thankful”]
“Do you remember what happened last night?” I asked her as we were getting dressed in the morning.
“Yes,” she said. She slipped one leg and then the other into her pink thong panties.
“Everything?”
“What are you talking about? We went out for Thanksgiving dinner and then we came back to the hotel.”
“Right. And then what happened?”
“We went to bed.”
“That’s all you remember?”
Now she was getting agitated with my questions and feeling at a disadvantage.
“Why don’t you tell me,” she said as she adjusted her bra.
“We came home. You were more intoxicated than I thought. I guess those after dinner drinks were strong.”
“They were. But I wasn’t drunk.”
“To hell you weren’t. You barely got up the one flight of stairs to the room.”
“Pshaw,” she scoffed.
“And then we got in here and you quickly got naked.”
“Nothing unusual there.”
“And you were lying on the bed fondling and fingering yourself, begging me to have you.”