As Amita’s belly hardened like a clenching fist, Erica just shrank up against the wall in a mix of surprise and terror, her phone completely forgotten. Hot xxx 18 The first thing I noticed was a scent of potpourri candles, and the second was a cozy assembly area in their front room. Erica possessively laid her arm over my torso, and then the bed sank down a little as Amita laid down on my other side. “What the fuck?” she yelled. I met her eyes and retorted, “I’m taking a nap starting right now – unless you stop me.”
Erica clenched her jaw and half-grinned at the same time, catlike and graceful. As soon as I made eye contact she asked, “You’re not a prude, are you?”
I shook my head, and Erica grinned widely.
