“It’s addictive,” she said, “And anyway I fancied you like mad when we had the treehouse and you used to climb up and play.”
“Right,” I agreed. Black porn “Ok,” I agreed and I tried to work out exactly what was going on. “Just like that?” she said, “I move in, as your sex slave just like that?”
“Live in whore,” I suggested. like fuck buddies?”
“Like a live in whore,” she protested, “No thank you.”
“Why not, I would expect you to be naked at all times,” I suggested, “Cook, clean.”
“No way!” she gasped, “You’re mad!”
“And Fuck,” I said pleasantly. “Taxi,” she replied. “Fuck now not rape?” I suggested. “If I can fuck you when I need to,” I suggested. “Really,” I chuckled, “Damn it if you were a bit older, why we could have, you know.”
“We just did,” she pointed out. “Uh, hello, nice to see you again,” I said trying to inject some normality into the situation.
