Saliendo con 2 amigas ........Srry

Bueno quiero confesar que estoy saliendo con 2 chicas q son amigas :D, y pss a veces se siente uno como mal por eso porq nos presento hace poco y decidi llamarla un fin de semana y salimos todo muy bn besitos van vienen, pero ella sabe q tengo algo con la amiga y aun asi lo acepta mejor para mi pero la situacion a veces es bochornosa porq ella siente algo muy especial por mi pero asi le gusta la situacion. Con una tengo cariño y respaldo (la amiga) y con la otra sexo y que esta demasiado buena (sexy, la q me presento la amiga.) y ya esa es mi confesion se q hay muchos q han estado en situaciones peores pero este es mi caso. Espero me perdonen :D .
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