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Asheville and the Renter [mm/f]

On occasion we rent out the basement of our home to make some extra cash. Being broke I can use all the help I can find. We’re about to rent the apartment again and I'm reminded of a gonewild experience I had with a special renter friend. I thought I’d submit it here for enjoyment/ridicule :) Maybe I’ll find another renter like this….

My husband who’s deployed with the Air Force in Germany loves to hear stories about what I’m doing while he’s gone. Well honey I hope you like this one as I certainly did.

Epilogue, as promised- the morning after the threesome with Abbey.

For those that haven't, if you read the first two parts of what happened you'll probably enjoy this a lot more:

Part 1

Part 2

[m/f/f] [m] Failed Threesome (edited and revised an earlier post)

So my girlfriend and I go to a gay bar in our city. I'm straight and she's bi though it’s got nothing do with picking up people. Its a nice dive where we can get drunk and avoid hipsters.. Four months ago we went out drinking on a saturday night. My girl is slender, dark brown hair, with blue eyes. Nice breasts, the kind you can get a firm grip on but not too large and a fantastic ass. (we're both in our mid 20's)

(M)y (f)iesty Latina employee

Long buildup, but good...

I had recently been hired as a department manager in an office. During my first day, I was brought into meet the staff who would be working under my supervision. It was a mix of about 10 folks, mostly women, but one particular person stood out to me immediately.

[M]y Spring Break Encounter with an old [F]riend PART IV (final)

It's important to note that while Jen may seem wild behind close doors, she was reserved, even conservative in her public life.

Polite. Never cursed, and wouldn't even go out unless properly dressed for whatever occasion she was going to -- which made our bedroom romps all the more fun. If I didn't know she grew up in the Northeast, I'd swear she had southern old world roots.

And Jen confided that she showed me her wild streak because she knew she could trust me not to tell tales, boast or brag to friends.

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