” He started blabbing again. I tried to pay attention, but I couldn’t get my mind off of seeing Bridget’s pussy twice within a matter of minutes... A little while later, I felt her hand on my shoulder again. I turned my head and she was holding a folded white piece of paper between her fingers, “Here, read this,” she whispered to me. I took the paper, unfolded it and began to read: I was saying, that I think your luck is going to change soon. I want you to know that I. She is wearing a cerise satin blouse, black leather skirt and black high-heeled pumps. Flesh-toned fully-fashioned stockings sheath her long well defined legs. She is wearing a blonde bob, her bangs direct your gaze to heavily madeup eyes, and she's wearing glistening ruby-red lipstick. She is mature but sexy in a sluttish sort of way.She lowers her face to a semi-tumescent penis and slowly takes it into her mouth. Her long elegant fingers, glistening with silver rings and ruby nailpolish. I love that guy, I really do. It’s not healthy. I can’t for the life of me imagine why it’s not the case that every woman he meets just kneels in front of him and tries to open his pants. I would. Oh, fucking BITE ME. So I’m his sister. Big deal. It’s not as if I’d actually do it. But a girl can dream, right? Sinterklaas would arrive in the city of Kampen that year, but here’s the thing: after the official arrival, which is on TV, he is also received in state EVERYWHERE ELSE. It’s always a bit. Maybe even a great friend? Especially after what Mom put him through last night. Ugh, of course he’d only be that cool after Mom flipped out on him if he liked me as more than a friend. How did I not think of that before! She leaned her head against her window, taking slow bites of her sandwich without tasting anything.“You don’t have to make a decision or anything now, A,” Ayanna said in a gentle tone. “You don’t even have to tell me if you don’t want to, I’m not gonna push you. I know it’s.