My blood was pumping in my ears as I hesitantly clicked on the picture. She was smiling in the ocean, her blonde hair blowing in the invisible breeze, a carefree laugh frozen on her face. I mean, sure. Her tits looked good in her tiny, white bikini.
How I Decided to Liberate My Ass
Total Sorority Move | I’m A Jealous Ass Bitch
I got the call right after I saw Molly pull into her driveway. The year-old, lean, sinewy single blonde was home for her usual half-hour break from her retail job in a small store in town. She was wearing a dark pantsuit and shoes. She called immediately after she got inside. I'm her 22 year old neighbor just down the street. I've been her oral slave for two years, ever since the time when I was delivering pizza, I went to her house divorced and she was drunk, half naked and took me by force, making me eat her asshole. To relax her.
Green’s Dictionary of Slang
With her hands spreading his cheeks apart, she went to work. At once, the stench crept up her nose making her shudder again. But there was no hesitating anymore.
My encroaching wrinkles give me character. I embrace my faulty memory. And my crotchety, do-it-my-way-or-not-at-all attitude has a certain charm. Aging and I have become buddies. For years, they were essential to my wardrobe, especially during my lawyering days when I was in my twenties and early thirties.