Trying to not think about the mortifying event that just took place, I changed into my pajamas and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I was ...ust finishing up putting on my moisturizer when the door to the bathroom was thrown open. “You liked it didn’t you, sweetheart.” I turned to find myself looking at a smirking Josh. “Excuse me?” I retorted. “It was an honest mistake and I already apologized.” “Listen, I saw you staring at my cock back there. You didn’t exactly close the door. He would be sitting in his apartment; he would hear a knock and holler come in. She would strut through the door, short skirt, tight top, knowing she was driving him mad with lust. She would walk over to where he sat, grab his hand and slowly guide it up her thigh. He mentally melted at the thought of coming into contact with her wet crotch. If she had only know who many buckets of cum he had spilled to that thought.As he began to drift into the joyful bliss of his imagination and slowly. Then I came front fulled her close and started to kiss her face from forehead to nose then when I was reaching her lips I pulled her lower lips with my fingers and squeezed it, later I touched her lower lips with tongue and made it wet.Now I slowly started to kiss her lips and even she was enjoying it, we were kissing like there is no tomorrow, I kissing her lips and started to suck her tongue, that was the best feel still now we were sucking each others tongue without any break for long time I. "Did you speak to him last night? say something you shouldn't have? leave your phone unattended. Please Lyla you have to tell me!"Tears began to burn behind her eyes, she hung her head in shame. She now knew what was wrong this morning, her purse, Holt had taken her purse last night and put it in his closet but this morning it was on the table. Holt had read her emails. "What is it!" Clarke screamed. "Tell me."Never feeling as guilty or sad in her life she slowly began telling him about her.