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she's a mistake, so i'll just turn out the light. sure, she has a slight resemblance to jennifer, but she's just not her. no one could be her, and that's my dilemma.

however, she's still here in my living room, stripping for me.

"you gonna join me?" she asks with a smirk.

i force one back, "in a minute; let me play with you first."

"well, that means i get to see you in those pants for a little longer, and god, i love them."

i look down at them: black dress pants. jj had bought me them; she liked how they looked too. well, unfortunately not enough.

i looked back up at the woman standing before me, "sit on my lap."

"i like the way you think." she said before doing as i suggested.

i began running my fingers through her long, blonde hair. god, i wish she used jj's shampoo, but at the same time; it would be freaky if she did. i studied her face; she didn't look exactly like jen, she just had blonde hair and blue eyes. she was absolutely gorgeous, but she just wasn't jj. she's my mistake.

"uh, hey," she said, snapping me out of my trance, "as nice as it is to have you look me over like that, i'm kind of...uh...dripping."

i chuckled softly, one hand tucking her hair behind her ear while the other goes down and rests on her thigh.

"oh, really? you're that excited?"

she nods eagerly, "yes, i am."

here i was: a beautiful girl straddling my leg, looking at me with lust-filled eyes, and dripping with anticipation, but all i can think of is jennifer.

"then go ahead and ride my thigh, baby."

"but your pants..." i could feel her throbbing against my leg.

i smirk, "jade, honey, that's what the washing machine is for."

she starts to move, and i almost instantly feel her bare, dripping core soaking my pants; the pants jj had bought me.

jade doesn't sound like jen when she moans, and she certainly doesn't taste like her when she cums. she does look magnificent; her head thrown back as she rubs her sensitive core against my thigh, but she's not jj. she'll never be jj.

i used to hold jj for hours after she finished, but i don't with jade. i'm usually getting dressed as soon as we're done.

"wait, don't you wanna stay the night?" jade asks as i gather my things.

"no, sorry. i have a thing tomorrow."

"oh, come on." she smirks, "at least let me wash your pants."

i look down at the wet spot she had left on them, then back at her, "i guess you really like these pants now, huh?"

she nods, "yeah, you could definitely say that."

i turn to leave, but she stops me.

"wait!" she walks over to me and plants a soft kiss on my lips, "call me tomorrow, okay?"

i nod and smile, "yeah, okay."

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