Someone sent me another tacky app, ‘Sexy Date’ I think it was. Well, I know the girl who sent it, and she probably just thought it was funny. But ... vaguely skimmed the friends that appeared on the list, wishing one of them really was a sexable date. My wifi crashed just then. So, bearing in mind the scientific repercussions of Murphy’s Law, of course the app sent messages to all my friends because of the page error. Oops. He was practically burbling with excitement. ‘So, I’m your top Sexy Date,. We talked a bit more on the work, and when I could start. I would start on a trial basis next week. The work usually wouldn't start until 5 PM or 6 PM,, so I still could have some free time in my holidays.After finishing the talks I bought an ice cream and sat in the parlor to enjoy it. As I licked on my Ice cream I thought by myself, 'This is great ice cream. I want the recipe for this.'Then three girls stepped into the parlor. The last one was a vision of beauty. I thought I had seen her. ." she sighed."If we weren't still hung over I'd agree," I lied. If I had access to just one bloody, damned condom, hang over or not I knew I would have cured Rose Ann of her virginity within the hour! I pressed forward to kiss the back of her neck. "Midnight, New Year's Eve." But..." She moved her hips slightly against my hard-on. "You want to and I've never been so ready..." Midnight, New Year's Eve," I repeated.Rose Ann flipped onto her back so she could look at me. "You actually mean it,. I wait until she's in the bedroom packing before I take a tremendous gamble, slipping down the hallway and into the open door of the bathroom halfway down. I step into the shadow of the door and watch her as she prepares for what she believes will be a quick, clean wrap-up and getaway... She pauses for a moment at the dresser and looks up as if she's forgotten something. Her dark hair glistens and her graceful cheekbones cast subtle shadows across her face in the pale light of the bedroom. She.