Brenda, now Rebecca, was the first to speak.
"I'm sorry Brenda isn't here tonight. She must have gone out with friends or something. I'll let her know that you stopped by, though." Brad remarked how alike the real Rebecca she seemed. He also noticed her supress a smile when she saw the outline of his still-hard penis.
"That's alright, I'm sure I'll see her tomorrow," he replied, playing along. "Oh, by the way.. I wish for you to think we're having an affair with each other." The glassy look passed over her eyes again, and quickly faded.
"Why don't you have a drink, Brad? It'll help you loosen up," she said, gesturing to the glasses. She picked both up them up, and handed one to him. He gladly accepted it. She took a couple sips, and he did the same. Without warning, she quickly gulped the rest of the drink at once and quickly swallowed. She held the glass up to her face, eyeing Brad expectantly. He smirked, and finished his glass in kind.
Gathering up the bottle and her glass, Rebecca sashayed out of the kitchen. "Let's find some place a little more.. comfortable." she said, only half-suggesting. Brad had been blocking the only doorway up to this point. As Rebecca passed, he turned sideways to let her by. She did the same, brushing up against him as she passed. Her firm breasts glided against his chest, and her hips ground into his throbbing hard-on. After she passed, Brad's eyes were glued to her ass as she wiggled her way to the bedroom.
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