A comfy sofa for SOFIA

A comfy sofa for SOFIA (Send One Friend In Advance)

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A week later, she letas the pal who sent her (Sofia) wuwi. So now they’re two in the diggz…

Teren teren

I had met Ricsia and Sofia in town about 30 minutes earlier. Ricsia said she wasn't feeling the pubs so she'd rather we headed straight to my diggz

Teren teren

We get to the house, I let them in and the music starts playing. Uuuuwi I feel like Judge Wyre on Sakata Dance Battle. Sofia is at the middle of the sitting room, legs apart in a squatting position. She is executing MC Hammer gyrating, pelvic thrusts with synchronized, two-handed, karate chops as a dance. Ricsia slides in from behind, through her legs and halts a few metres from me just to unleash a back-spin, her weave sweeping the floor clean right in front of me in a dizzying circular motion. I hold my peace (plus my piece) and focus on the end game.

Can You Manage a Trois?

They enskwonce me in a sandwich, Ricsia infront, Sofia behind. Now we're talking. We flip the sandwich over, Ricsia behind, Sofia infront. We head mpaka chini, mpaka chini, mpaka chini chini chini. I can only stoop so low :-), so at some point their tu-heads are at waist level. Ricsia's weave now makes me look like I have a bushy tail, swirling in the wind.

SideTrack On

Let's talk a bit about threesomes. By all standards I'd say I'm a bit liberal. I have and like to experiment (within limits). My biggest issue with a threesome is:

· You always pay more attention to one (either the newer one or the more attractive one or the more 'innocent' acting one)

· Its hard work. Sex is meant to be fun, not hard labor, not a chore, not punishment

Anyway, the ones I've had were out of curiousity and to have a story for the boys in the pub...

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Can You Manage A Trois

Ricsia was a 300ML, Sofia a 500ML. I'm checking things out and thinking "yeah, Ricsia is tamu but...". There's just something about the new ones, gai. That ka-new fruit. Even Adam got tired of the loquats and maperas in the garden and so when Eve offered him some new tunda, gone, kaput, pinisssed!!! Ricsia heads to the loo and I'm all over Sofia like a cheap, small-size Kaunda Suit on a plus size chick. I find girls interesting. They tell you "no, we can't, she's my pal, woiye its wrong" even as they grab you tighter and synchronize their movement to your dry-hump. But I'm not one to complain. Ricsia walks in on us and its quite clear she's not in the least bit pleased. Geddemit, si they came together so I thought every thing goes... Sofia is exiled to one of the guest rooms and I'm left behind with Ricsia. Push comes to shove, and we eventually catch forty winks. The next day I awake to find the girls Tuthoing heavily. I join in, not a care in the world. Then things start going downhill.

Situation Tahrir

My pal Man-One, checks in with my other pal Skwatch. They quickly survey the situation in the diggz and their green, beady eyes betray their envy. By now, Ricsia has joined me on the couch and plants herself on my lap, aping the motion of a scoop of soup in a deep ladle.Skwatch, a fluent breaker of wind, heads to the garden hoping to disguise his condition via diffusion. Man-One zeroes in on Sofia. Unfortunately he receives the rejection of a ten-cent coin in a five-shilling slot machine and decides he is not going down alone. He calls me aside and with a whisper (in the pitch of a loud-mouth on loud-speaker) tells me to "forget about these girls, let’s go get better ones". The girl's hear this and react with the determination and haste of Mubarak on first hearing the Tahrir protestations. "Can't leave, won't leave!!!" is the united moto and anthem they decide to sing on Feb28th at that point in time. I decide to use shuttle diplomacy with the AU (Acrimonious Underages) but to no avail.

The Crisis

Man-One and Skwatch abandon ship and I’m left to calm down the ladies. Ricsia being the more reasonable of the two is summoned into closed room consultations between the two principals on the response to the burning issue “Please leave!!!”. We emerge with an agreed set of 3 nominated letters (‘y’, ‘e’ and ‘s’). However, before they get to the speaker, interference by Sofia gets them changed to two different nominees (‘n’ and ‘o’). How unconstitutional!

Luckily, over time, hunger gets the better of all of us (mine being a bachelor pad, empty fridge, nini-nini). We eventually have to leave and immigration officers are secretly informed to deny the two VISAs to Chez-Milo going forward.