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I was just about to launch myself at the ringleader when this woman stepped in and told them straight out that she was my girlfriend. She told them to piss off, grabbed me by the arm and sat me down with my drink. I realised that my “saviour” was a blonde whose hair I’d cut and streaked that week. She later offered me a lift home and I thought I’d try my luck and asked her in for a coffee – I wanted to shag her so much. We kissed as soon as she got through the front door and I slipped an exploratory hand under her skirt, touching her soft flesh at the top of her stockings. I pushed her panties to one side and felt her moistening up nicely. As I explored her pussy with my fingers, she ripped open my shirt and started sucking on my nipples. Then she lowered her head, unzipped my trousers and took my raging hard-on