Doona
I was kind of angry with Sheila, my girlfriend. She works at a computer place, doing god knows what, until 1 in the morning. I usually work late anyway, so when she gets home, we can usually stay up a little later eating each other out. However, last week she was staying out later than usual, coming in at three or four in the morning, and was too tired to care about sex. When I pressured her on it, she just said that she made a new friend, and that I’d really like her. “Donna, you should meet Alex. She’s really cool.” ...