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A few months went by. Tom and Chloe were going steady and I suspected they were sleeping together, but that didn really bother me. Wed had her and Roger over for dinner several times and been on daytrips with them. Roger gay hardcore and I were becoming very friendly. At the semi-final of Toms gay hardcore soccer tournament, we sat in the bleachers and talked gay hardcore and laughed. He was very attractive to me and had a great sense of humor and fierce intelligence. Toms team won by a goal and in the joy of victory, Roger and I gay hardcore had hugged each other for a minute, but then backed away embarrassed. The kids were going to a party that night to celebrate the soccer victory and staying away for the night. I hugged Tom gay hardcore and told him I was proud and to behave himself. He walked off with Chloe on his arm gay hardcore and Roger and I gay hardcore stood there looking sheepishly at each other. His strong arms had felt so good around me and my nipples had hardened in his embrace. My pussy had stirred as well. "So what are your gay hardcore plans tonight, Carol?" Roger asked. "Oh, just order Chinese food, have a glass of wine and watch The Dev………" I hastily corrected myself. "A movie." "That sounds pretty good." He said. "Feel like some company?" My heart leapt in my chest gay hardcore and my nipples stiffened again. It had been a long time since Id had male company and I liked Roger. I decided I wouldn get carried away. We would eat and watch a movie while sharing a bottle of wine, but gay hardcore I wasn going to jump into bed with him. "Sure," I said. "What do you feel like watching?" Two hours later, we were in the video gay hardcore store. I had The Way We Were and Beaches in my hand and Roger had Dirty Harry and Con Air. We both laughed when we compared them. I had chosen archetypal female movies and Roger prototypical male titles. Putting them back, we decided to select one together. Somehow, we both went to pick up the same gay hardcore tape at the same time. Body Heat. We both blushed a little. The wine flowed freely as we ate and watched the movie. It was so nice to be sitting there laughing and enjoying a grown up evening at home. The wine had loosened me up a lot and, I hate to admit it, the movie was making me so damn horny that I was thinking of sending Roger home gay hardcore so I could put Miss Jones in the VCR and pull out my toy gay hardcore.