Her work outfit was on, except for the footwear. Plus the two six packs of beer. Hot xxx 18 It wasn’t me doing it. In fact, why not leave? Gorgeous ass. CHAPTER ELEVEN
I began to move through the crowd, clutching my towel and key. Wondering what the hell had happened. A small hand found my thigh and began the comfort rub. Flabby, unhealthy purchases by weak people. ALL COMMENTARY IS WELCOME, good, bad and ugly. . . . . . … Good thing I spent most of my life as the normal me. It wasn’t me doing it. While creepy, it did feel empowering. Behind me. Maybe she was very drunk. I had definitely been aroused by the pants. The bitch. Three hours. Mostly relax your ass. Tick went the counter in my brain. I felt my knees buckle. Loudly. Definitely a first.
