And back then, I was – well, I didn’t always look like this. “Michael!”
“What?”
He snapped at her, a bit more loudly than he was planning to. Just to show me that I didn’t matter. “Jane, I’m sorry. Your husband, perhaps?”
Without so much as an invitation, she had marched into the room in her fluttery short sundress. I just want to tell you that you were right. He tore his eyes away from her chest and tried to look into her sharp, stern eyes. Her reddish brown hair was tied in a short pony tail. So what? His erection was growing in his pants and his mind was working on her. I hope you can do the same, Mr Scott. “Jane, listen -”
“Please. He had nothing to say. Of you two entering the toilet and leaving it together. “Yeah, it really was”, she said, collecting his cum off her tits and putting it in her mouth.
