Sarah Part Five
I returned from my holiday vacation the day after Christmas, eager to see Sarah. As I neared the house, I was happy to see her car and only her car in the driveway. Inside, Sarah was sitting in my favorite leather chair wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, with bare feet, listening to music and drawing on her sketch pad. I had mentioned that Sarah was an artist, and there on her pad in pencil was a drawing of a life sized cock. “Anyone I know?” I asked. “You know whose dick this is!” she...
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