Driving home my son s eighteen year old friend
I�d had quite a hard day at the office running around and was pleased to be home. I�d changed out of my work clothes and was wearing my denim skirt with a plain white T shirt and no bra as I thought I would be hanging around at home. I went into the kitchen and started unloading the dishwasher. My son�s friend, Brad who was at college with him was sitting on the sofa in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. �Hi Brad,� I said, �I didn�t know you were here.� �Oh, John�s gone to work and I�m just...
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