Beginning the story of M___ (if only for reference)

There are so many sto­ries I could tell you about con­ver­sa­tions I’ve had rel­e­vant to A___’s let­ter. Before A___ and I were mar­ried, M___ and I dated for a while. That’s where the story begins. After their first meet­ing. M___ and I were in the car dri­ving home and she says “I would totally have sex with her. She reminds me of my first girl­friend. I would love to have her danc­ing on me.” She said it every time A___ came up in our lives after that for quite some time.

That was before M___ and I knew each other well enough to act. Before we knew A___ that well.

At a party some months later we all ended up in bed together. M___ asleep on one side of me in a tank top and short shorts. A___ lying awake on the other side in a dress and… I don’t know what else, but not much because it was hot out.

That was after M___ and I knew each other well enough to explore. After A___ was dat­ing a friend of a friend and to us, off limits.

But their rela­tion­ship hasn’t been with­out its sparks — visu­ally at least.

They are a gor­geous pair; A___ all curves and breasts and red hair and silken sex, M___ tall and long and wrap­ping around A___ when­ever they get the change. Kisses just this side of chaste, lin­ger­ing hands just this side of friends. They’ve both lusted after each other for a long time.

And that’s where it stands right now. There’s more, but that’s for later.

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