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I looked closely at my wife. Her lips were slightly puffy and her voice slurred as if she had spent too long kissing.
I remembered the post-disco numb-lipped feeling from my youth, and the fumbled groping that usually accompanied it. I looked at her clothing.
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There’s a lot more fun to be had too! Goodnight!” I turned to look at Claire. “See you…?” “I’ll be up in a minute,” she smiled and I climbed the stairs alone. * It was a full half hour later when Claire slipped into our bedroom. Gay free chat anonymous.