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Oh Ami, I love you so much. Thanks for letting me crash at your place. I was so tired after the long trip. I probably should have checked into a hotel, but I was so keen to see you guys, and then you could tell even though it was barely noon I could barely keep my eyes open, and you practically forced me to lie down, and you had only the one bed. Groggily I undressed, and then I didn’t think it would be proper to get under the covers, so I just lay on the cloud-soft coverlet, thinking I’d just rest for a minute or two, and sure enough I conked out almost immediately.

When I awoke it must have been the middle of the night and you and Hanzo were making love. You were doing it so gently. I suppose partly that may have been so as not to disturb me. There was barely any motion at all, so sweetly were you cocooned together. I could see the slight clench of Hanzo’s ass as he pressed into you, and I could hear your little purrs, one purr following a split second behind each of Hanzo’s precise and gentle thrusts. I could smell the scent of your arousal, Ami, and I wondered if it was like mine. I was getting aroused myself. As surreptitiously as possible I moved one arm behind my body. I doubt you would have noticed, so enraptured were you with each other, but neither did I want to disturb you nor did I want to give myself away. My hand found my bottom, my fingers sought the slippery place. I touched myself there, timing the touches to your purrs. Gradually Hanzo’s motions came quicker. Your purrs turned to little whimpers. I knew you were going to come soon. I moved my moistened finger to my naughty hole. Ami, you made the sweetest moan. Hanzo pushed in and stayed. I knew he was coming. I pushed my finger into the snug of my naughtiness. Part of me pretended it was Hanzo’s cock in me. Your body quivered as you came. Such sweet quivering. I lay still, still pretending to be asleep. The two of you lay locked together hours of minutes, then the bed shifted with your leaving, and I so wanted you to stay, but I didn’t say. You didn’t leave. You settled into sleep. I watched over you while I fingered myself slowly, slowly, slowly, until my own quivering came, and then I slipped from the bed, and dressed, and went off to find a hotel. Oh Ami, I felt a little bad about imagining Hazo fucking me. Do you hate me for that? Maybe I shouldn’t tell you.