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Pregnant lesbians video. “O-oh.” I said in a mixture of surprise and stupefied shock. What the fuck? How could my interest detector fail me this badly? How did I miss that ring? Was I losing my manhood license? Was I becoming like those guys on Reddit or 4chan who can’t read women and become celibate wizards for the rest of their lives?

She paused a moment and looked me over with her hazel eyes before saying, “You know what? A drink sounds pretty good. I think if we went as just friends it would be fine. Where did you have in mind?”

Had god not forsaken me after all? I quickly composed myself and offered a popular local bar I’d been to a few times.

“Oh yeah, that place! I love the games they have there. I have to be home tonight, but how about tomorrow night at seven PM?” she asked, resting against a wardrobe and smiling.

I accepted, but in a casual and not enthusiastic way so she didn’t know how much I wanted her. Then we exchanged phone numbers and I left the thrift shop in a haze.

I spent the rest of the day and much of the next day thinking over our upcoming drink and all the cues she gave me in the thrift shop. I had never been so confused in my life. Am I just a “friend” for this date? What would her husband think about her hanging out with some random guy? Why did she act like she wanted me if she was married? Does she actually want me or am I fucking losing it? Guess I would find out.

Saturday evening rolls around and Angela texts me to pick her up in a park. I’m kind of confused by this but at the time I just assumed she didn’t want a complete stranger knowing where she lived. I pull up in my car and notice her immediately.

She’s wearing a white V-neck t-shirt which reveals an illegal amount of cleavage and jean short-shorts which likewise accentuate her ass scandalously. Does her husband know she’s out dressed like this? I mean I guess for some couples that’s fine but every guy alive is going to be looking at her tits and ass and want her.

She sees me pretty quick, I pick her up, and then we’re off down the road.

Now I would even accuse myself of taking liberties with this next part of the story, but I swear to god it happened.

I’m driving us down the road away from the park while we small-talk about our day, when she looks to the side of the road in front of us and quickly hunches down in her seat. “What’s wrong?” I ask, while looking ahead to find what’s bothering her. All I see is a 30 something guy walking down the sidewalk with his two kids. We drive past them.

“That was uh… my husband.” Angela sheepishly replies, giving a half apologetic look and sitting up in her seat.

Wait… what? Is this woman serious? “Oh… gotcha.” I reply, unable to think of anything better to say. What was I supposed to say here, honestly?! Were those her kids???

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