Anne horny as hell
Krystle greeted me at the door, welcoming me with a hug and a kiss, inviting me inside. Her hair was freshly styled, and she wore a lovely blue silk cocktail dress, low cut, showing plenty of cleavage. She took my hand and ushered me into the living room. Her house was much larger than my father's, and the furniture more expensive. She earned more than twice as much as my father, and it showed. "You look gorgeous, Anne," Krystle said. "Thank you," I replied. "So do you. That's a beautiful...