Janey and the Wildcats Part Three conclusion
Janey and the Wildcats - Part 3 (Conclusion) The following morning I woke with my head nestled in the crook of Mick's arm. He was snoring softly, a sheen of dry, iridescent matter, like a butterfly's wing, coated his lower lip; his dark hair, loosed from its ponytail, was splayed over his pillow. I though he looked achingly cute. I rose carefully so as not to wake him, and removed by bra and panties, replacing them with clean ones, then put on the same outfit I had on the night...