Deborah
Deborah and I had first met about a month ago when she and her boyfriend moved into the shared house I had with my girlfriend and another couple; the four of us were university students and they were both working. She was nineteen, a tall girl, about five foot eleven, with short red hair and a slim figure topped off by small but perky tits. I didn’t think she was particularly hot at the time, partly because my relationship with my girlfriend was still quite new and we were shagging most nights and partly because she acted in a ‘busybody’ kind of way, telling people what to do all the time Within a week of them moving in Deborah and her boyfriend were arguing constantly (the aforementioned ‘busybody-ness’ had a lot to do with that) …