Horny Holly
There’s No Just HollyHolly had become an object of fantasy in my mind. I knew she wasn’t my type at all; she was too buttoned down, too straight laced, too stuck on her prim propriety. It might have been the way her perpetually gray skirt clung to a perpetually perfect ass. It might have been because she was one of the only girls in the office I hadn’t fucked after some night out drinking after work. The others I hadn’t been with weren’t my type either, but that was more a function of how they...