“Fried eggs, ham, toast, imitation orange juice drink. Indian xxx well, understanding of you, but it isn’t what I wanted,” she said. “Now you can clean yourself off,” My instructions were not really necessary, as she was already rubbing the blood and her pussy juices away. I changed into my pajamas and was clipping my toenails when I heard a knock on the door. “Do it now.”
“Why don’t we change positions, honey?” I offered. “By the way, the Boomer’s a pro,” Alan declared. ________________________________________
Chapter 3
At 4:47 I was awakened by the babbling of some jerk-off announcer on my clock radio. “Finished,” she said. “I want to go steady with you, even after I go away to college.”
“Is it your birthday? I’m not sure Valeria is ready for this.”
“She’s ready.”
“How do I…
