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Lilly - A Triple Play Home Run

                          
by The Urban Blabbermouth
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I am sitting in the lunch room with Lilly, gossiping with her about company business when out of nowhere she asks me, "Have you ever been in a threesome?"

Me, surprised and embarrassed, and apparently living a sheltered life, answer, "No."

Lilly continues, "Well, let me tell you, my girlfriend is such a B.  We were in a club, showing off everything we got in cutesy dresses and lots of cleavage.  These guys kept offering us drinks and talking trash about how good a man they are and how good a time we would have with them. 

My girlfriend gets disgusted with them and all their trash talk so she says, 'Let's mess with the next one.'

So one guy comes over and starts his trash talk.  My girlfriend looks hard at the guy, straight in his eye with her mean stare, steps towards him and sticks her boobs in his face and asks him, 'Are you man enough to take on the two of us?'

I am standing behind her and I see the guy's mouth drop open, don't have a thing to say, and he scampers off.

I think it would have been a lot more fun to find out if any of these guys were up to it."


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