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    be my escape part 3( sequel to their story)

    “Ill get her.”

    “No, babe. Youre tired. Ill get her,” I said pushing Bette out the car.

    As soon as I lifted Evan out the car, she protested about being moved but wrapped her legs around my waist and snuggled into my neck, settling back asleep. I carried her in the house and into her room where Bette had already pulled back the covers.

    “Ill get her wash cloth,” Bette said.

    I pulled off her shirt and was preparing to take off her shoes when Bette handed me the cloth. I wiped off the remaining traces of ice cream. Bette had disrobed the bottom half. I slipped on her nightgown and tucked her legs underneath the light sheet. She turned on her side grabbing the stuffed rabbit I put beside her. I kissed her head and backed up allowing Bette to do the same.

    “Sweet dreams,” I whispered walking out her bedroom.

    *****

    She slammed me up against the wall, attacking my neck and grinding on my thigh. Her center was warm with fever and I knew it was only a matter of minutes before she would guide my hand to it. I moaned as her mouth found mine and instantly began an intense dance with our tongues. I grunted my surprise when she forced her hand inside my pants.

    “Bette, Bette…” I tried to break through.

    “What?” she breathed.

    “We cant do this here.”

    She pulled me to our room and gently closed the door. I stood in front of the bed but was then knocked over when she leapt into me. Continuing her assault, Bette ripped my shirt off and grabbed at me breast. I was stunned more than anything and a little afraid.

    “Babe, slow down. Slow down,” I tried to say to her.

    “Got to have you now,” she breathed.

    “Okay, okay.”

    I tried to keep up but quickly lost myself. She had stripped in a flash and had me almost naked without me knowing. All body parts came into contact with each other as she laid on top of me. She kissed my lips and then my neck all the while slowly grinding her pelvis into mine. It all created a slow fire in the pit of my stomach. I moaned. Bette jumped up unexpectedly pulling me with her.

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    1. ok..first of all..that was tribbing sex..lol..i love the way B&T handle with Even she is so cute..great chapter as always i cant wait for the next one thanks :-)

    2. “What’s sex?” a sleep laden voice asked. ROTFLMAO
      YAYYYYY…TRIBADISM!!!!!!
      No lie…… I broke out into a sweat after reading the NC-17 part of the story. Wow your’e good.

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