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   Denial Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com

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   "No, Mr.  Oliver, we weren't being responsible.  Yes, sir, we'll be sure
to call if a storm ever interrupts a picnic of ours again.  I certainly
don't want you worrying about Sue.  Yes, sir, I know that you always worry
about Sue, but I hope it's never again because of something I've done."

   All that groveling didn't convince him at all, and now Sue is in for
more grilling.  Maybe I should have been more specific in my denials.

   The reason we didn't call when the storm clouds gathered was definitely
not because we were inside my apartment long before they gathered.  And the
reason we didn't hear your calls wasn't because we'd left our cells, muted,
in our clothes.

   I didn't undress your daughter at all.  I'd never do something like
that. And I didn't kiss more than her lips.  I certainly didn't kiss down
her neck to her cute breasts.  And, since I didn't -- never have -- kissed
them, I didn't remove her jeans while kissing those breasts.  *She*
certainly didn't remove any of *my* clothes.  Since she didn't, she didn't
kiss my chest, nor my legs, and certainly not my dick.

   And, not having received those kisses, I didn't kiss her sweet thighs in
return.  Not having kissed the tanned firmness of those thighs, I wasn't
drawn to kiss the pale softness between them.  And, since I hadn't been
kissing her there, nothing prompted her moisture to flow.  And, since it
didn't flow, and I wasn't anywhere near anyway, I didn't lap it up.  And,
since none of that happened, she neither shuddered nor moaned because she
didn't have anything to shudder and moan about.  Which means that nothing
distracted us from the first rush of rain.  And, anyway, we weren't inside
my apartment where the rain was easy to ignore.

   And, not being there, I had no access to the box of rubbers in my
drawer, and didn't take one out to show Sue.  So she didn't roll it on my
dick.  And I never stroked within her clasping, soft, warmth.  Which means
that she had no reason to cry out, nor to claw at my ass to draw me further
into her, nor to rise into my thrust as I erupted into her depths.  And,
since we weren't -- neither of us was -- satiated by our experience, we
didn't fall asleep to the gentler sound of the last drops of the rainstorm.

   So our being out of contact with you had nothing to with the intensity
of our being in contact with each other.

   Somehow, I'm not sure that the specific denials would have convinced
him, either.

   The end Denial Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com

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