“Oo, bagels. Indian porn sex Ashley must have detected the small movement, because she shifted slightly and whispered, “Good morning, Baby.”
In an attempt to conceal my fear, I feigned a slow re-entry into consciousness. “Do they not like for you to have guests?”
Was she really going to make me spell it out for her? You have to see these, they’re excellent, seriously!” She jumped up and shoved me into the chair, then proceeded to bounce up and down enthusiastically before asking, “Can I use your toothbrush?”
“Sure.” She rushed over to her purse, extracted her phone from it, then skipped out of the room, grinning playfully from ear to ear, and I began to scroll. The fence was only about seven feet high, but judging by our approach to her house, the nearest neighbor was at least two hundred yards in any direction. She mirrored my own application to her skin, taking care to reach everywhere. I mean I really, REALLY can’t. Can I borrow your boy here?”
Ashley replied without looking at me. I turned over, and forgot time again. “No shit.” She smiled at the sudden discomfort on my face. It occurred to me in that instant that she was a class-A, certifiable, card carrying freak, the likes of which I’d never known.
