I couldn’t help but let my eyes scan over her shiny blonde hair and trim figure. He looked like a very serious guy, like Clint Eastwood in Grand Torino. “Claire you’re 41 now right” Gail asked
“Unfortunately” Claire laughed as she walked into the cabin closing the door behind her. The phone stopped vibrating after about three rings as she answered. Wait 10 minutes before you come back in through the front and you’re stepson from my second marriage I guess” she said frantically as she opened the trap door. “Try to relax yourself”. She had lips like gorgeous pink flower petals that protruded from her thighs slightly. “Not out here, it’s freezing and Claire could come out here and see us” she exclaimed half-heartedly fighting my efforts. “I know from experience that Gail sleeps like a rock”
“Why didn’t you honk the horn in your car then, I’m sure she would’ve heard you” I said doubting any effort to get back in the cabin if she was even locked out.
