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“I do!” It was Sapna. She jumped off the table and ran into the bedroom as I shut and locked the door. I started to chug the bottle of wine. I realized that I needed to be a little tipsy in order to fuck one of my best friends. Leaving about half, I passed the bottle to Dipika. While she was chugging, I slid off my panties. I looked up to see Sapna doing the same and walking towards me. She pushed me against the wall and started to kiss me deeply. She pushed her body into mine and I felt our breast smoosh together. Then, she moved away a little and let Dipika in on our kiss. There we were, all three of us kissed each other and grabbed each other. Dipika sort of forced Sapna out of the way so that she could have me all to herself, so the left Sapna kissing my neck. This made me feel very orgasmic, so I let out a little moan.Sapna then, moved her way down to my breast and started suckling on my nipple. I moaned again and Dipika opened her eyes to see what she was doing, and then. I stood up and felt sick. I walked out of my room and into the living room desperately searching for some water and aspirin. I got out the cold pitcher of water and poured me a big glass. I chugged it fast and poured me another. The water so heavenly!Just then I heard the door open. Ben walked in carrying his backpack. I looked at the clock on the microwave and cursed silently. It was past noon and I had missed my two morning classes. Shit!"Hey," Ben said and set his backpack down on couch."Hey," I groaned."You ok?" He asked.I nodded. "Not really. I need some aspirin."Ben went over to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of Tylenol. "Here you go this is all I could find for a headache," he said and handed me the bottle.I poured me another glass of water and took the Tylenol."Oh man ... I'll never drink like that again," I said and pressed my fingers to my head.Ben stared at me. "You were pretty drunk last night."I looked at him and laughed. "Yeah I know. Sorry about that. Did you.
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