She’d moved in two weeks ago, and she, Kristy and I had been having a blast together ever since. You want me to breed this dirty little cunt?”
“Please!” she wailed even louder, her eyes going wide as she twisted to look into my own, obviously shocked that I was taking it that far, using those words. But if you’ve really got such a problem with it, then fine; Pete and I can go to his room, instead, and you can stay here!”
“No, I… She screamed and shook her head in denial, wordlessly begging me to relent—but that was one request I knew better than to grant, however she felt about it in the moment. “But, uh… “I’m calling dibs!”
“You can’t call dibs!” Kristy gasped, affronted. “Break time’s over, you little slut!” Tammi suddenly giggled. What better foundation for a relationship could there possibly be, than a love like the one we already shared? “It isn’t any worse doing stuff with him than it is doing it with you!
