D2 comes out of hiding and whispers, “Talk to her.” That’s great, you p***y, but talk about what?
Thinking about what D1 suggested, I decide to go with that. “I meant what I said earlier.”
My words seem to snap whatever haze Mary is in and she shakes her long red mane. “You said a lot of things, most of which I tuned out for.”
My d**k punches a hole straight through my pants because her smart mouth is like a drug to me. “About my home,” I reply, acting cool. “My door, bedroom and others, is always open.”
The breeze picks up speed, delivering a shot of strawberries and cream straight to my guts. There is no mistaking this delicious scent is coming off of Mary’s flesh—flesh I want to worship from head to toe.
She folds her slender arms across her body, hugging her torso as she weighs up
