My hand rushes to your soft booty, my hand gripping and handling your juicy butt. I don’t qyite understand her obsession with my misery, although I suppose it doesn’t matter, given her complete satisfaction by the end of lunch. Xx
Billy comes home to hear moans, rushing to his mother who he believes is in danger. Your brunette hair swished in the wind to cover your eyes and you hadn’t noticed the car driving away, thinking it just being an ordinary car belonging to an ordinary person. She called me several names and made sure the tray was completely clean of her filth, her balls seemingly creating the majority of my lunches. I finished up my shift and went home without a hitch, knots in my stomach as I remember the way she looked at your picture. (Billy: In the present)
…I wish I could go back to that moment, rather than watching what…unspeakable things are unfolding before me.
