But back to the loud sex...
When Britney sang her last notes, coy arguments turned to audible cooing. This led to the best sex to date -- a marathon session with simultaneous orgasms that could not be hushed no matter how hard I forced my down pillow against my ears.
Brent, Hilary, though the walls may shake, I can’t help but think that something isn’t right here. It might be time to once again turn on the Britney Spears.
Oh yeah, and keep the love-making down, please! Thanks, guys.
Your too affectionate neighbor,
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