”“Whose girl?” Kirk said, walking in the open door with a book bag.My face lit up at the sound of his voice, hoping he had gotten my message yes...erday after I suddenly thought of something to get rid of the dirty sex aftertaste.I asked, “Never mind. Did you bring it?”Kirk said, “What do you think is in here? School books?”Kirk unzipped the side of the bag and flashed the bottle of 200 proof grain alcohol.I pulled out my wallet and asked, “Cool. How much do I owe you?”“It’s on me. If it wasn’t. Daisy, Sofia greets her with a rapt and blissful smile once she has opened up the door for her to make an entrance. Sofia is looking as renewed and breathtaking as Kim Kardashian. Frankly supposing, what brand of make-up has she put on this precise morning. Daisys stomach is already starting to sting and burn from joy commingled with sharp, excruciating pangs of envy on the other hand, this girlfriend of hers? She is a beauty queen her exact twenty-six years of age and a spouseless and bachelor. She looks so delicate, has a previously unnoticed vulnerability. Previously I had thought her arrogant, quite self-regarding and stuck up. Her frailness fills me with absurd erotic compassion.A lull in their kissing in which they pair exchange smiles that brim with self-satisfaction, their eyes all-of-a-sparkle from the pleasure they find in each other. Then Abbi slips from her lover's arms and lies down on the bed leaving Cora to undress. The girl lies with legs parted, knees a little arched.. With that done, she took a moment to organize her clothes and make sure nothing was rumpled.Then she returned to her standing position and looked at me, hands at her sides.I looked her over, top to bottom, studying her. She has an average, slightly-flabby, thirty-eight-year-old body: Sagging orange-sized boobs that aren't quite even, a tummy that bows downward, moles, bumps, bulges and a blue vein showing here and there.Her legs were shaved only to mid thigh, and her pubic area wasn't trimmed.