Brai: Created page with 'The air is cold, you start regretting your poor choice of clothing the moment you hit the porch. Mr. Mustache is still talking with some friends a further away. Holding your glas…'

Brai — Wed, 18 May 2011 14:26:24 GMT

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The air is cold, you start regretting your poor choice of clothing the moment you hit the porch. Mr. Mustache is still talking with some friends a further away. Holding your glass in a seductive manner you walk to him.

“Hey gorgeous” you say.

“Hey gorgeous” he answers.

“What’s up with the mustache?”

“A bet”

You feel relief. He’s neither a poser nor a man of poor taste, he’s just a funny guy. The conversation takes a nice turn. He seems genuinely interested by your cleavage which is always appreciated when you make such an effort into promoting it. Inadvertently, once or twice, you manage to touch him a little longer than required just to make sure your intentions towards him are both clear and far from noble.

His blue eyes denoting with his dark hair are deeply entrancing. His tight T-shirt reveals chocolate bar sculpted abdominals and a strong tendency for workout.

After a while he invites you to explore the garage with him. The proposition is tempting as you’re starting to feel extremely horny and that you wouldn’t mind ripping that shirt off to see how he looks without it. But Rose has been keeping more or less discreetly an eye on you from the porch for the last ten minutes and you wouldn’t want to look too slutty to your girlfriend.

[[Helen: The dark and stinky garage| Fuck Rose, let’s fuck the stranger]]

[[Helen: Unexpected guests|Let’s wait for a little longer to see if she goes away]]

'''Alcohol level''': ''Less than before''

'''Drug level''': ''Still nothing''

'''Horny level''': ''A lot more than before… not surprisingly''

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