Mind you, I pantyamateur still tried to pantyamateur change her mind pantyamateur.
Then I met Gena, and everything changed.
Sandy and I still flirted but now I had a reason pantyamateur to end it there.
I did pantyamateur not want to do anything to cause a rift pantyamateur between Gena and I.
I was head over heels pantyamateur for Gena.
Still, every time pantyamateur I looked at Sandy I remembered why I had wanted her in the first place.
So even though Gena and Sandy becoming friends was the best thing pantyamateur that pantyamateur could happen, sometimes it was a little bittersweet.
There they were pantyamateur, my lover and my wildest fantasy, walking side by pantyamateur side.
What pantyamateur would Gena think of me pantyamateur if pantyamateur she ever knew that?
Sandy knew of course.
How could she not?
I just hoped she would keep it to herself and never tell Gena.
I got out of work around seven pantyamateur and headed to the pantyamateur parking lot, praying that the car would actually start.
It did, so I figured I was already ahead of the game for the night and headed over to Gena’s dojo to pick her up after her lesson.
Not one she was taking, but one she was giving.
Even after three months pantyamateur to get used to it, it was still weird pantyamateur to think that my girlfriend could kick my ass.
Of course, she could probably do the same thing to every guy I pantyamateur knew.
Once I tried to play macho when a guy was bugging her at a party.
Gena told me in no uncertain terms that she could take care of herself.
So the asshole pantyamateur thought that meant he pantyamateur was in like Flynn.
Big mistake.
Gena had him on his knees and begging her forgiveness within thirty pantyamateur seconds.
Idiot should never have tried putting the arm around her shoulders.
I just walked back to my bandmates with pantyamateur a shrug as pantyamateur they all busted up laughing pantyamateur.
Gena was waiting for me outside the pantyamateur dojo, talking to Sandy.
I forgot she had a lesson tonight.
That explained the early departure from work.
As I pulled up in a cloud of burning oil, Sandy and Gena hugged each other and Sandy pantyamateur headed for her truck with a pantyamateur quick wave and a wink for me.
Gena slid in pantyamateur as I left the motor running.
