God, I wish she played volleyball now. Hindi bf Pushing them into the door and turning the small golden key, pushing it open setting my work bag down before walking into the kitchen for a beer. Holding her by the hips and not caring if the whole office heard her moan my name. ” thank you.” is the last thing she says before leaving, I exhale. I get an idea, carrying her to my bed, I slowly drop her down below me, Pulling my top off from the hem to my shoulders, showing her my tone older body. Throwing the pile of random letters and magazine ad’s onto the counter as the coffee maker starts to brew my daily cup. Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing the sink I pull on a t shirt and question whether pants are a needed thing to go get the mail.
