If there's one thing keeping me from tipping over that line, it's the fact that she dresses like a lady. No unnecessary skin showing, no tit shots, or too tight jeans. This way, I was able to control my baser instincts when we were alone together in that big old house.
I don't think I could've dealt with her sweetness, her slight flirtations, and a naked ass all at once. But if she was going to move her ass like that when she walked...I just shook my head and went about my business.
I need to get laid, and soon, it's been way too long. I'm pretty sure Dana Sue would take offense if I nailed one of the sheep that hung around here, and since I wasn't about to dig myself in any deeper with her, I might have to rub one out.
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I pretty much put her and the whole situation out of my head
