She responded by grabbing the waistband of the gym shorts I had been sleeping in and yanking them to the ground. My voice was caught in my throat, and I was paralyzed with confusion and excitement. “I will need you to strip down, sir, so I can get accurate measurements. “What else would we do, have you moved into Mark’s old apartment?” She laughed heartily. “What?” I asked. “You’re a good boy, too.” She moaned, leaning her head back against mine. I spoke with her at a fancy restaurant not too long ago.”
He nodded as he finished measuring my back, jotting down the numbers. I could always move a county over and get a new beat, but I don’t really want to.”
“Oh.” I said softly. “Mother, please don’t fuck my fiancée.” Read 4314 times |
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