My Wife’s Guy Friend Wants Her To Touch His Chest
When my wife, Anna Smith, and I went back to her hometown for the New Year’s, her male best friend, Liam Reid, barged into our bedroom.
Late at night, he suddenly unbuttoned his top and exposed his bare chest.
“Anna, my imaginary bosom hurts. Please massage them to make me feel better!”
Anna wanted to massage his chest when I flipped the tumbler over next to our bed in frustration.
Anna’s face immediately fell. She glared at me in hatred as she roared, “He’s experiencing a psychological issue due to hormonal imbalance. Do you even know science? Why is your mind in the gutter?”
Liam pretended to cry as he sobbed, “Sawyer, don’t blame Anna. We’re best friends, and we’re basically siste
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