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t wasn’t long in our new relationship before the talk of fetishes came around. (Shifting = french kissing, in Ireland). She squealed and covered them badly with one arm, and started waving the other around shouting to everybody “Has anybody seen my bikini top?”
This was perfect. Not only was I finally getting the shift off the girl I’d been picturing every time I wanked for the last 2 years, but I was going to get even farther! “What if we get caught though?” I asked her. It had started out as me pretending to let her win in a drink off, sitting around the table in the centre of the room, me beside her purely by a fluke, and her taking all my drinks whenever my cards came up.
