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One night I met up with friends and met Tamara, not very pretty, but if garchable, good tits, little ass... in short, a cutie more.
Joined with friends, quiet, Friday night, at that moment I was posting a page on Instagram about nighttime car meetups, she started chatting about the topic, saying she liked the atmosphere of cars and when the next meetup would be.
Just that night, there was a car meetup organized by some friends, we decided to go together walking to the meet.
I spent the whole event and we decided to leave, as it was already late, the group split up and we decided to crash at my place, she, me, and my best friend at the time, who was just Tamara's best friend too (that's why I know her).
We stayed listening to music and drinking during the night, playing a little indirect and some direct, already half-drunk from the amount we had taken.
Already almost dawn, I told them I was tired and practically kicked them out of my house, before they left, she greeted me very close to the lip and told me to talk to her later, so we would meet up again at her place.
She left and I started following her on Instagram, which didn't take many minutes to return the follow, since she lived 4 blocks away from home and arrived relatively quickly... We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep with my phone in hand.
I woke up around 16 hours on Saturday, with a little hangover, hunger, and thirst, needed a bath and see what was for lunch/snack
While getting up to go to the bathroom, I reviewed my phone, which was off. I turned it on and kept going...
After recharging my strength and waking up, I reviewed my phone, a couple of messages and among them an invitation to her house today, 4 pm. My best friend and I, she and her sister, I accepted without thinking twice.
Part 2 Tomorrow!
One night I met up with friends and met Tamara, not very pretty, but if garchable, good tits, little ass... in short, a cutie more.
Joined with friends, quiet, Friday night, at that moment I was posting a page on Instagram about nighttime car meetups, she started chatting about the topic, saying she liked the atmosphere of cars and when the next meetup would be.
Just that night, there was a car meetup organized by some friends, we decided to go together walking to the meet.
I spent the whole event and we decided to leave, as it was already late, the group split up and we decided to crash at my place, she, me, and my best friend at the time, who was just Tamara's best friend too (that's why I know her).
We stayed listening to music and drinking during the night, playing a little indirect and some direct, already half-drunk from the amount we had taken.
Already almost dawn, I told them I was tired and practically kicked them out of my house, before they left, she greeted me very close to the lip and told me to talk to her later, so we would meet up again at her place.
She left and I started following her on Instagram, which didn't take many minutes to return the follow, since she lived 4 blocks away from home and arrived relatively quickly... We chatted a bit more until I fell asleep with my phone in hand.
I woke up around 16 hours on Saturday, with a little hangover, hunger, and thirst, needed a bath and see what was for lunch/snack
While getting up to go to the bathroom, I reviewed my phone, which was off. I turned it on and kept going...
After recharging my strength and waking up, I reviewed my phone, a couple of messages and among them an invitation to her house today, 4 pm. My best friend and I, she and her sister, I accepted without thinking twice.
Part 2 Tomorrow!
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