17
Sep
A hot threesome story that I’m a little ashamed of
It absolutely was those types of sleepover pile-ons: everybody else getting blankets, squabbling over settee cushions, and squeezing four abreast on a futon made for two. They certainly were my favourite evenings, and I skip them now if we miss the last bus home that we’re all grown-up – old enough to pay for taxis. That’s where this story that is threesome…
Night i think it was New Year’s Eve: I can’t imagine we’d all have been together if it were any other.