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When Valerie opened the door to her apartment she was dressed in white cotton panties and a short T-shirt. Her hair was tousled and she wore no makeup.

“Jesus, you didn’t have to dress up for me,” said Jason when he walked past her carrying a small suitcase.

“Screw you. It’s Sunday and this is what I wear. C’mon, I’ll show you to your room.”

Jason followed her down a short corridor and his eyes were glued to her firm ass. It had been ten years since he had seen her in panties and suddenly he wanted her. He pushed the thought from his mind. There was plenty of pussy out there, no reason to risk their friendship.

Valerie opened the door to the guest room and stepped aside. Inside was a bed, a nightstand with a reading lamp, and nothing else. The window had white drapes and looked out onto the street below.

“You can put your clothes in my closet. I have made space for you. The bathroom is also in my room, and please, I beg you, put the ring down when you are finished.”

Jason laughed. “I