She s Lonely on Fridays
I can't come over tonight, I have stuff I need to.. *message cannot be sent*"Yeah, I can come over." So, this tanned, bbw called Molly has gotten awfully lonely. She dropped me some messages, we exchanged numbers, she gave me her address of a familiar street I know. It's the last house on the left, can't miss it. I walk in and her relatives leave for a night out. We sit down, have some wine, we're both single, both adults.. Then the conversation stopped, she said she was going upstairs and I...