A watched kettle never boils
"Shit," Samantha cursed, turning on the gas stove. "My phone's in my room."I was sitting at our so-called dining table, having just finished my cornflakes, and admiring her choice of clothing: loose vest and sexy knickers."D'ya want some coffee?" Samantha asked, filling the old kettle with one hand and pulling at the slither of cloth between her if I might say so, delightful buttocks with the other. "Well do ya," she demanded, looking over her shoulder and catching me in the act. I nodded and...
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