“Oh good, follow me.” she squealed.As I got into my truck I had to laugh at Stephanie, she was so much not the adult she pretended to be at school... She liked to have fun, she didn’t take herself seriously at all. Sometimes in this high pressure world, spending time with a person like that was a big relief. I knew exactly where she lived, I had dropped Ashley off there once. I followed her to her house across town, relieved that no one seemed to be outside in the general vicinity. I followed her. I'd never known anyone with a tattoo until then. Her tattoo was a red heart, about four inches wide at the top, set in the very small of her back. It would have been hidden by anything other than a bikini bottom, so I couldn't even guess how long she'd had it. I understood the heart, of course, but I couldn't make sense of the lettering inside.' W4BBC' was written inside that heart, in carefully drawn, very feminine, stylized lettering.We'd never had any secrets between us, and she'd always. He has a cute black hair and brown eyes. Before I met him, Fredrick and Mercy would always talk about suspecting him of being a gay, because of his text conversations. Immediately my dirty mind started churning out images. Tom would come most of the times to play video games. When I met him, my first though was how cute he’d look with my cock buried in his cute little butt. I was nice to him from the beginning, and from the beginning I got vibes that Tom was into me. Despite his tastes in music. The mirror wasn't more than ten inches across, but it had an interesting frame and looked nice on the wall.We had to rearrange the furniture, putting my bed against the far wall so that it offered a good view from the peephole. When we were done moving the big stuff, Carmen suggested that I check out the peephole for height and field of vision, so I pulled out my little stepladder and climbed up to eye level with the mirror. Taking it off the wall and handing it to Carmen, I looked though the.