It didn’t take long—not much longer than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin
. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so demanding.
. “You like that do you, fagboy?” Chad laughs. I hear rustling around, assuming the guy is getting, and I hear my sister’s heavy footsteps leave her room cross the hall into mine, her eyes wicked, and angry
It didn’t take long—not much longer than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin
. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so demanding.
. “You like that do you, fagboy?” Chad laughs. I hear rustling around, assuming the guy is getting, and I hear my sister’s heavy footsteps leave her room cross the hall into mine, her eyes wicked, and angry
It didn’t take long—not much longer than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin
. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so demanding.
. “You like that do you, fagboy?” Chad laughs. I hear rustling around, assuming the guy is getting, and I hear my sister’s heavy footsteps leave her room cross the hall into mine, her eyes wicked, and angry
