Craving My Dad's Best Friend
sleeveless shirt and I'm not wearing a brassiere. Josh licked his lips deliberately. The tip of his tongue going back and forth and I can swear that I heard a low grunt f
G
ling to show me willingly. The temptation is s
. You can't bl
y body filled wit
ping back and putting distance between us. He saw t
I realized what he
't believe I was eager to see him undress. I swear I have n
m it and he laughe
riving all day" I say heading In the
don't want to see?
ed back to l
e without my permissio
, I need to calm my racing heart. I'm alone now but hotter than ever. I still
ol your dirty mind. My subconscious chipped in. This is entirely a bad idea. I still have to stay alone with him for the n
or over a minute still dressed, I quic
s and imagined he is here with me too. I let the water cascade over me and rub the bar against my hands, my chest, and lower down my inner thigh. The bubbles tickle my skin. I picked up the sponge that's still damp and pretended it's his hand while I rubbed it up my body
k. K
nnie?" Josh asked bringin
ice. If only he hadn't knocked but looked he would have seen what
e do? Will
his words f
e without my permissio
my knees begging for his touch? Or will he lay me on h
check since I can't hear
? I then remembered that his room is just
lied, not knowing what else to do. Josh didn't say anything b
choice than to was
I'm having about my dad's best friend. I definitely can't be thinking of him that way if I'll be spending the whole night alone and camped
him spooning me from behind. I got out of the tub t
b
my car outside in the gara