I moved out to Los Angeles, where I bought a nice house. I spit on the top of her ass, and watched it travel down the crack. I bent her over, resting her head on the cushioning on top of the couch. She pulled it out, after fondling me for a bit, and changed my reply from maybe to yes, with a plus one. Being in heels, and bent over, her ass was slightly upturned. You’re in shape, you’re successful, you’re thoughtful, and you give me the best sex that I’ve ever had.” She said. We bumped into each other at a café on Rodeo Drive, and got to talking with each other. “And, you are seriously ok with that?” I asked. “Well, you’re from Maine. “Why would they do such a thing?”
“Because they could.” I shrugged. Anyway, I was smoking a cigarette, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.
