I reconcile with my best friend after fucking her boyfriend and she invites me to a threesome

I'm blowing you off to see if you can ever.

You've got a better temper, a better attitude, you're happy, you understand?

That all the time you're bored, you're tired, I ask you, you don't want to go out, you don't want to eat.

No, it's just you with that attitude, too.

With that neither do you, then I eat.

I mean, I do my best, if you don't cooperate, then what do you expect?

There's this other moms, me.

No, you don't have to tell me, since you weren't going to invite me, you weren't going to ask me, you weren't going to tell me anything.

Well, wait. So what do you mean, me fucking her and you watching?

No, I'm sorry, but if we don't fuck you and me, what makes me think he's gonna guarantee that we're gonna be a threesome?

Well, is it something new?

Yeah, it is, but with our communication, it's not like the whole thing's easy.

Yeah, see, I'm gonna call her and we're gonna figure this out now.

Well, I don't really have a problem and. What do you expect to be you and me?

Well, talk to my friend.

Because I, for one, came up with an idea the other day and not now.

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