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whats your fantasy right now?
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SluttyMissBea
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to be fucked brutally by a man and then have them cum on my little titties or my ass or in my cunt... having cum all over me making me sticky...
or having a gorgeous woman ride my face and then finger me forcefully, pounding my tight cunt with four fingers and sticking another few in my ass...
god i'm so wet.
or having a gorgeous woman ride my face and then finger me forcefully, pounding my tight cunt with four fingers and sticking another few in my ass...
god i'm so wet.
vibes
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NaughtyinVegas
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Having explicit MFF sex in the Vatican .
I'm sure it's nothing new, but maybe with a female involved.
L
Yeah, Leigh, the sex in public idea gets me going too! Haven't quite been caught yet (but wouldn't mind
The Vatican is great idea! The idea of having sex in a place where you know you'll have an audience is totally hot.(I guess that's why I love rooms with a view of the Strip in Vegas. There's nothing like pinning your partner against a floor to ceiling window for anyone who's looking up to see!)
GunmetalOrchid
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I've been having one about being abducted by a doctor an becoming his guinea pig experiment for finding new ways to climax an inseminate in a abandoned ware house or hospital. Yeah its a bit out there 
I've been having one about being abducted by a doctor an becoming his guinea pig experiment for finding new ways to climax an inseminate in a abandoned ware house or hospital. Yeah its a bit out there
Being the doctor who's experimenting. But he's also got a few other tricks up his sleeve.
brina_j2000
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Well don't I feel special lol
happycocksucker
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I have great hands
tweety1972
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slowly fucking a nice thick cock while a woman is sucking my clit and of course I return the favor.
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slowly fucking a nice thick cock while a woman is sucking my clit and of course I return the favor.
I'd like for my wife to lose me in a poker game to several of her sexy gf's then come home and tell me that she has to drive me to Vegas next week-end to turn me over to them.
The day we leave she paints the words 'boy toy' and 'slut' and 'foot freak' and other nasty names all over my body then puts a leather cock ring on me and makes me get dressed in my nicest business suit.
Then she puts a leash around my neck and drives me to Vegas. When we get there we check into our room, she makes a call, grins, hangs up, drops an overdose of Viagra in my hand (she's nurse and steals free samples all the time!) and hands me a glass of water. Then she leads me to the elevator by the leash, takes me to one of the top floors and leads me down the hall.
She knocks on one of the rooms. Tina, one of her sexiest gf's opens the door and my wife hands her my leash. Tina thanks her then yanks me into the middle of the room where the other women are waiting for me.
My wife sits in the corner and plays with herself while she watches what happens next.
Hours and I do mean hours later, she leads me back to our room. I'm an exhausted, spent, super sticky mess. But before she lets me shower or rest, she makes me satisfy her in multiple positions until her toes curl.
tweety1972
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That would be the best day ever!!!
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Well, my wife's not a very good poker player. After you and her other friends take all her money, maybe you could rig the deck and let her think she has a winning hand!
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SquidProQuo
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I was lusting after my history professor during some of my essay exam. Fantasized a little about giving him a blow job whilst I should have been focusing on my test. And interestingly, I suspect he is most likely uncircumcised because he jokingly made a clutching gesture at his package when circumcision was mentioned in class. So I know that about him.
It's like my ultimate fantasy to have sex with a professor at the end of the day, really. A Lit friend suggested that maybe my thing for professors would lessen once I got with an older man. I am with a guy whose older than me and I still obsess over my professors, lol.
It's like my ultimate fantasy to have sex with a professor at the end of the day, really. A Lit friend suggested that maybe my thing for professors would lessen once I got with an older man. I am with a guy whose older than me and I still obsess over my professors, lol.
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WarderM
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I habve had this fantasy for awhile that there are three or four women of different shapesnand sizes laying on the bed and I get to go, one by one, and fuck them but only a few strokes each. This makes the experience last.and last. In the end, we get so worked up that we forget the rules and just have at each other.
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The instructions are clear... Despite vast oceans I want her to give herself to me once more but not in the safety of her home or even her office, no this time, I want her to explore her boundaries...
She is to find a local library, one that opens late. What she wears is her choice with the exception being a stipulation that she must wear heels. I want her every step to echo and break the eerie silence, to make tired, studious eyes break their concentration as she enters, sensing that quizzical look from the old librarian, peering above her glasses as she finds a desk.
She is to log-on to her mails, either on her phone or tablet and tell me she is here. From that point onwards she is not to respond or write unless asked, instead to focus on every word that appears on her screen. I know the anticipation of what lays ahead will already be eating her up inside, fuelled by my flowing descriptive words that leave her in no doubt what I crave. A unrelenting passion and hunger that as every word, sentence and paragraph appears on her screen she feels the seduction. The way her cheeks blush, the race of her heart and ever more breathlessness with each second as my words lay claim, consuming her mind once more. Seduced her body will follows, the slight tingle soon giving way to a growing ache.
Imagining her shifting nervously on her chair, crossing her legs then uncrossing them again, hoping not to get noticed but ever more aroused, holding back the stifled whimpers she yearns to let go. The sweet torture and torment as in the silence my words cascade over her, crashing waves after waves that consume every thought, every fibre.
The shivers that pulse down the curve of her spine, her body imagining the touch of my fingers and hands stroking, caressing...
The electric tender touch of my lips and my mouth adorning every inch of her heavenly body...
The thought of my arousal slipping inside her, her stifled moans that growl in her throat yearning to let go.
Working her into an untold frenzy until I know she can take more. I know she craves to touch herself, to quell the slick wetness that seeps into her panties, drenching the lace material. The hot flush that burns through her causing her heart to pound in her ear.
A question met with a response that brings a smile to my lips.
But it would be unfair to not allow her to relieve this pent-up frustration. My instructions follow, her fumble of her bag as the chair screeches back again acquiring odd glances. Slipping between the tightly packed isles, disappearing from from unprying eyes, finding sanctum amongst the tiers of fiction and literature.
Heart racing, rapid glances either way, her body resting back against the books for support as her legs tremble, jeans unbuttoned or skirt ruffled high, fingers finding her aching wet need. Pent up desire fuelled by an unrelenting need, the chance of an unwilling other catching her, fuelling the flames of desire. Resisting the urge to moan, a torture in itself, the magical touch of heavenly fingers releasing her wanton need as amongst the silence that she yearns to break she spirals into the inky abyss once more...
She is to find a local library, one that opens late. What she wears is her choice with the exception being a stipulation that she must wear heels. I want her every step to echo and break the eerie silence, to make tired, studious eyes break their concentration as she enters, sensing that quizzical look from the old librarian, peering above her glasses as she finds a desk.
She is to log-on to her mails, either on her phone or tablet and tell me she is here. From that point onwards she is not to respond or write unless asked, instead to focus on every word that appears on her screen. I know the anticipation of what lays ahead will already be eating her up inside, fuelled by my flowing descriptive words that leave her in no doubt what I crave. A unrelenting passion and hunger that as every word, sentence and paragraph appears on her screen she feels the seduction. The way her cheeks blush, the race of her heart and ever more breathlessness with each second as my words lay claim, consuming her mind once more. Seduced her body will follows, the slight tingle soon giving way to a growing ache.
Imagining her shifting nervously on her chair, crossing her legs then uncrossing them again, hoping not to get noticed but ever more aroused, holding back the stifled whimpers she yearns to let go. The sweet torture and torment as in the silence my words cascade over her, crashing waves after waves that consume every thought, every fibre.
The shivers that pulse down the curve of her spine, her body imagining the touch of my fingers and hands stroking, caressing...
The electric tender touch of my lips and my mouth adorning every inch of her heavenly body...
The thought of my arousal slipping inside her, her stifled moans that growl in her throat yearning to let go.
Working her into an untold frenzy until I know she can take more. I know she craves to touch herself, to quell the slick wetness that seeps into her panties, drenching the lace material. The hot flush that burns through her causing her heart to pound in her ear.
A question met with a response that brings a smile to my lips.
But it would be unfair to not allow her to relieve this pent-up frustration. My instructions follow, her fumble of her bag as the chair screeches back again acquiring odd glances. Slipping between the tightly packed isles, disappearing from from unprying eyes, finding sanctum amongst the tiers of fiction and literature.
Heart racing, rapid glances either way, her body resting back against the books for support as her legs tremble, jeans unbuttoned or skirt ruffled high, fingers finding her aching wet need. Pent up desire fuelled by an unrelenting need, the chance of an unwilling other catching her, fuelling the flames of desire. Resisting the urge to moan, a torture in itself, the magical touch of heavenly fingers releasing her wanton need as amongst the silence that she yearns to break she spirals into the inky abyss once more...
Z
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sorry if you think this is too long...
My husband and I were talking about his friend at work named Isaac. “Isaac has been mentioning about how he would like to have a bi encounter. He has been asking me more and more about what it’s like to have hetro sexual sex.” “I thought Isaac was gay,” I replied. “He always has been, he is just curious I guess.”
During our fantasies, I have become more suspicious that Bradley has become bi curious as well. When we have our fantasy play sessions, I have watched Bradley pretend to give our dildos head, and strokes them and massages them as if they were real. After I have finished with the largest one, he will lick it clean and go down on it like he was giving fellatio to a real man. He likes me to hold the dildo on my mound as he pretends it’s real, and massages my breasts and talks to me as if I am a fem boy. He gets really excited as we play this way, and has now preferred to play like this, and have me take him anally with a strap-on compared to the more usual sex we have always had.
“Why don’t you ask him over next weekend and we can lounge around the pool. Who knows what might happen?” “You mean that you might actually… no, you wouldn’t let him experiment on you, would you?” Don’t you really mean experiment on us?” “Oh God Z, would you really…”
The next weekend came around and we had Isaac over. It was a very hot southern California day. We were around the pool, which is very secluded, when Isaac arrived. I was wearing a Wicked Weasel g-string shear thong, and Bradley was wearing a jockey style men’s bikini. Isaac had on traditional board shorts and flip flops. His shorts were shades of pink, and his thongs were lime green. As he floated onto the patio, he gave us the standard air kisses and took a chaise lounge on my right side. Bradley made us some fruity rum drinks and we sat and talked for a while.
It was so hot, after a while we all took a dip. Isaac put his cigarettes and lighter down and jumped into the water. We splashed, swam, and cooled off and then went back to the chaise lounges. Isaac was again on my right and Bradley was on my left side. Isaac reached over and got his cigarette pack and pulled out a joint, lit it, and passed it to us. When we finished it, Bradley made us another round of drinks. Needless to say we were very buzzed and comfortable.
“Oh my girl, that g-string leaves nothing to be imagined! Why don’t you just take it off?” “Well Isaac, I’m so comfortable right now, why don’t you help me with it.” I actually think he blushed. Isaac has beautiful cocoa colored skin. He is about six feet tall and is very fit. He has both ears pierced and a tasteful tattoo below and to the left of his navel. His nipples are pierced too. He really is a strikingly handsome man.
I leaned forward and let him untie the back, and rocked my hips to loosen what little bottom there was so he could pull it out. “My, my sugar you are one steaming’ lady. How tall are you, he asked.” “Isaac I’m 5’9”.” Mmmmmm Z lady, you could make a straight man leave home girlfriend.” I could tell the way Bradley was watching us, he was thinking what might happen with Isaac and me. He had a look of pure lust on his face, but didn’t comment… yet. I started to massage some oil onto my legs, but Bradley spoke up, “Isaac, give Z a hand with the oil man.” “Well, Bradley, she’s your wife, you should be doing the oiling (with a mischievous smile).” I looked up at him and said… “Oh Isaac please help me… I am soooooo relaxed my darling and I need oiled so badly, I don’t want to burn.” He knelt down by my chaise as I handed him the bottle of oil and closed my eyes and relaxed as I felt his slick hands start applying the oil on top of my feet. Slowly coating my skin with a rich coating of oil he gave each toe its own application, sliding his fingers up and down like he was jerking-off my toes. He moved upwards over my shins and thighs. He skipped my hips and pubic area (I am clean shaven down there) and coated my hands and arms. I was warm, slick and so buzzed I was totally in to the moment.
Isaac started to sit the bottle down… “Isaac you forgot some important areas. Now you don’t want Z to get sunburned do you… and peel where you forgot to put oil.” For the first time since he arrived, Isaac seemed to be struck silent. “Well, I’m waiting for you mister.” He paused a moment before he squeezed some more oil into his palms. Rubbing them together he laid his hands on my breasts. I’m a full, firm 36D and my nipples are very large, sensitive and get very excited. He massaged the oil into my breasts and I could feel the tingle down to my toes. In the years I have known Bradley, I haven’t been touched by another man like this. The more he massaged, he slowed his motions down and seemed to be enjoying the application. I was taken away. I let a whimper, and then a soft moan escape from my lips. “Oh Isaac you are doing expertly. Yes, please keep doing what your fingers are.” He was rolling and tweaking my nipples that were hard and erect. He had my breasts in the palms of his hands rolling, massaging and kneading them in a slow, deliberate, sensual way. “Now Isaac for the last part you missed.” “Oh sugar… oh my, Z I’m not sure I can do that”, in a breathless voice. Now, now Isaac, it’s no fair to stop until the job is finished.”
His fingers slid off my nipples as he massaged my oil slick breasts. Sliding down my flat, firm abdomen he lightly coated my pubic mound. As I felt him touch, by accident I’m sure, the area where my legs and torso met I opened my legs for him to be able to coat my inner thighs. I could feel the side of his hand brush my labia, which was already damp, but now became oil slick. I spread my legs further apart. I looked up at Isaac as he rolled his eyes back up in his head and let out a sigh of… release. Was it the first touch of a female’s pussy that caused his sigh? I don’t think it was repulsion.
“Go ahead Isaac; lay your hand on her… feel her labia, said Bradley.” I took his hand and laid it on my slick, oiled lips. Bradley directed him… “Spread them with your middle finger Isaac. Now slowly slide your finger through them from the bottom to the top, where her clitoris is. Feel the nub… is it very hard and almost feels like a small penis?” I have an unusually large clit, and it extends much like a small penis. Bradley likes to “give me head” as he performs cunnilingus. I like to tell him in a nasty girl way to “suck my cock, you fem cocksucker.” He goes wild and I orgasm so strongly!
“Now slowly make small circles on her clit and slide your finger inside her…” “Bradley! I have never done this before… it’s so… different for me. This seems almost a forbidden thing to me.” I was massaging my breasts as he slid his finger into me. “Stroke your finger into her Isaac, finger fuck her dude.” He was consumed with the feel of me. He had laid his palm on my mound massaging my clit as he slid his finger in to me.
I was moaning with ecstasy now, his finger felt so good, and I was soooo high my head was spinning. I was surprised that Bradley had taken such an interest in coaching Isaac, but his instructions were followed very well.
“Now slide in two fingers… that’s it Isaac feel how tight she is. The inside top of her vagina… the thickening… that’s her g spot. Stroke it, finger it, slide your fingers in to the back and feel where her pubic bone is and massage behind it.” Isaac had incredibly long fingers and he did his work like a worthy apprentice. Stroking from the inside back to the front of my vagina was driving me wild. I was moaning and groaning now… breathless at Isaac’s touch. He was becoming quite skilled with his strokes and touches.
I remember seeing colors. My head was spinning and I had a head rush with my orgasm. I squirted soooo hard my liquid sprayed over Isaac’s hand. I looked up at Isaac through my bleary eyes and he seemed to be amazed. I grabbed his hand to stop his motions. I was so tender I couldn’t take any more stimulation. I looked down at the front of his trunks. He had orgasm’d as well. He was soaked, and some of the thicker cream had soaked through and gelled on the fabric… a rich, thick, whitish color.
I remember seeing Bradley grab Isaac’s fingers and start sucking them. Just like when he cleans the toys. He was licking and sucking them and sliding his tongue down between each finger.
I dozed off. When I awoke, Isaac had left. “Has he gone, I asked Bradley?” Yes, he was quite affected. I don’t think he quite knew what to say. I’m not sure if he was embarrassed or just taken aback. Well, let’s ask him over next weekend and see if he accepts our invitation.
z
My husband and I were talking about his friend at work named Isaac. “Isaac has been mentioning about how he would like to have a bi encounter. He has been asking me more and more about what it’s like to have hetro sexual sex.” “I thought Isaac was gay,” I replied. “He always has been, he is just curious I guess.”
During our fantasies, I have become more suspicious that Bradley has become bi curious as well. When we have our fantasy play sessions, I have watched Bradley pretend to give our dildos head, and strokes them and massages them as if they were real. After I have finished with the largest one, he will lick it clean and go down on it like he was giving fellatio to a real man. He likes me to hold the dildo on my mound as he pretends it’s real, and massages my breasts and talks to me as if I am a fem boy. He gets really excited as we play this way, and has now preferred to play like this, and have me take him anally with a strap-on compared to the more usual sex we have always had.
“Why don’t you ask him over next weekend and we can lounge around the pool. Who knows what might happen?” “You mean that you might actually… no, you wouldn’t let him experiment on you, would you?” Don’t you really mean experiment on us?” “Oh God Z, would you really…”
The next weekend came around and we had Isaac over. It was a very hot southern California day. We were around the pool, which is very secluded, when Isaac arrived. I was wearing a Wicked Weasel g-string shear thong, and Bradley was wearing a jockey style men’s bikini. Isaac had on traditional board shorts and flip flops. His shorts were shades of pink, and his thongs were lime green. As he floated onto the patio, he gave us the standard air kisses and took a chaise lounge on my right side. Bradley made us some fruity rum drinks and we sat and talked for a while.
It was so hot, after a while we all took a dip. Isaac put his cigarettes and lighter down and jumped into the water. We splashed, swam, and cooled off and then went back to the chaise lounges. Isaac was again on my right and Bradley was on my left side. Isaac reached over and got his cigarette pack and pulled out a joint, lit it, and passed it to us. When we finished it, Bradley made us another round of drinks. Needless to say we were very buzzed and comfortable.
“Oh my girl, that g-string leaves nothing to be imagined! Why don’t you just take it off?” “Well Isaac, I’m so comfortable right now, why don’t you help me with it.” I actually think he blushed. Isaac has beautiful cocoa colored skin. He is about six feet tall and is very fit. He has both ears pierced and a tasteful tattoo below and to the left of his navel. His nipples are pierced too. He really is a strikingly handsome man.
I leaned forward and let him untie the back, and rocked my hips to loosen what little bottom there was so he could pull it out. “My, my sugar you are one steaming’ lady. How tall are you, he asked.” “Isaac I’m 5’9”.” Mmmmmm Z lady, you could make a straight man leave home girlfriend.” I could tell the way Bradley was watching us, he was thinking what might happen with Isaac and me. He had a look of pure lust on his face, but didn’t comment… yet. I started to massage some oil onto my legs, but Bradley spoke up, “Isaac, give Z a hand with the oil man.” “Well, Bradley, she’s your wife, you should be doing the oiling (with a mischievous smile).” I looked up at him and said… “Oh Isaac please help me… I am soooooo relaxed my darling and I need oiled so badly, I don’t want to burn.” He knelt down by my chaise as I handed him the bottle of oil and closed my eyes and relaxed as I felt his slick hands start applying the oil on top of my feet. Slowly coating my skin with a rich coating of oil he gave each toe its own application, sliding his fingers up and down like he was jerking-off my toes. He moved upwards over my shins and thighs. He skipped my hips and pubic area (I am clean shaven down there) and coated my hands and arms. I was warm, slick and so buzzed I was totally in to the moment.
Isaac started to sit the bottle down… “Isaac you forgot some important areas. Now you don’t want Z to get sunburned do you… and peel where you forgot to put oil.” For the first time since he arrived, Isaac seemed to be struck silent. “Well, I’m waiting for you mister.” He paused a moment before he squeezed some more oil into his palms. Rubbing them together he laid his hands on my breasts. I’m a full, firm 36D and my nipples are very large, sensitive and get very excited. He massaged the oil into my breasts and I could feel the tingle down to my toes. In the years I have known Bradley, I haven’t been touched by another man like this. The more he massaged, he slowed his motions down and seemed to be enjoying the application. I was taken away. I let a whimper, and then a soft moan escape from my lips. “Oh Isaac you are doing expertly. Yes, please keep doing what your fingers are.” He was rolling and tweaking my nipples that were hard and erect. He had my breasts in the palms of his hands rolling, massaging and kneading them in a slow, deliberate, sensual way. “Now Isaac for the last part you missed.” “Oh sugar… oh my, Z I’m not sure I can do that”, in a breathless voice. Now, now Isaac, it’s no fair to stop until the job is finished.”
His fingers slid off my nipples as he massaged my oil slick breasts. Sliding down my flat, firm abdomen he lightly coated my pubic mound. As I felt him touch, by accident I’m sure, the area where my legs and torso met I opened my legs for him to be able to coat my inner thighs. I could feel the side of his hand brush my labia, which was already damp, but now became oil slick. I spread my legs further apart. I looked up at Isaac as he rolled his eyes back up in his head and let out a sigh of… release. Was it the first touch of a female’s pussy that caused his sigh? I don’t think it was repulsion.
“Go ahead Isaac; lay your hand on her… feel her labia, said Bradley.” I took his hand and laid it on my slick, oiled lips. Bradley directed him… “Spread them with your middle finger Isaac. Now slowly slide your finger through them from the bottom to the top, where her clitoris is. Feel the nub… is it very hard and almost feels like a small penis?” I have an unusually large clit, and it extends much like a small penis. Bradley likes to “give me head” as he performs cunnilingus. I like to tell him in a nasty girl way to “suck my cock, you fem cocksucker.” He goes wild and I orgasm so strongly!
“Now slowly make small circles on her clit and slide your finger inside her…” “Bradley! I have never done this before… it’s so… different for me. This seems almost a forbidden thing to me.” I was massaging my breasts as he slid his finger into me. “Stroke your finger into her Isaac, finger fuck her dude.” He was consumed with the feel of me. He had laid his palm on my mound massaging my clit as he slid his finger in to me.
I was moaning with ecstasy now, his finger felt so good, and I was soooo high my head was spinning. I was surprised that Bradley had taken such an interest in coaching Isaac, but his instructions were followed very well.
“Now slide in two fingers… that’s it Isaac feel how tight she is. The inside top of her vagina… the thickening… that’s her g spot. Stroke it, finger it, slide your fingers in to the back and feel where her pubic bone is and massage behind it.” Isaac had incredibly long fingers and he did his work like a worthy apprentice. Stroking from the inside back to the front of my vagina was driving me wild. I was moaning and groaning now… breathless at Isaac’s touch. He was becoming quite skilled with his strokes and touches.
I remember seeing colors. My head was spinning and I had a head rush with my orgasm. I squirted soooo hard my liquid sprayed over Isaac’s hand. I looked up at Isaac through my bleary eyes and he seemed to be amazed. I grabbed his hand to stop his motions. I was so tender I couldn’t take any more stimulation. I looked down at the front of his trunks. He had orgasm’d as well. He was soaked, and some of the thicker cream had soaked through and gelled on the fabric… a rich, thick, whitish color.
I remember seeing Bradley grab Isaac’s fingers and start sucking them. Just like when he cleans the toys. He was licking and sucking them and sliding his tongue down between each finger.
I dozed off. When I awoke, Isaac had left. “Has he gone, I asked Bradley?” Yes, he was quite affected. I don’t think he quite knew what to say. I’m not sure if he was embarrassed or just taken aback. Well, let’s ask him over next weekend and see if he accepts our invitation.
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