“Chet, can I bring in the damn groceries first?”
“I’m pretty sure you said anytime, anyplace, anyway. Is your wife home? Indian XXX “Morning, Rodney. You can sleep wherever you like,” Chet said as the door closed. There was a lot of cum dripping down her the inside of her thighs, no doubt from an aching, tender asshole. You didn’t need a particular angle to notice her lack of bra, however. I’m here to have sex with her.” Chet was leaning against the doorframe, his cigarette stink already invading Rodney’s house. “Remember in high school? “Hey… A passerby at the right angle would have caught a glimpse of the waxed pussy under the short, sunflower summer dress as she spread her legs to exit the vehicle. Of course, any endeavor from Chet would involve sex. “Oh, Chelsea…” Chet stopped himself halfway up the stairs but didn’t turn to look at Chelsea; his eyes were fixed on Emily’s upskirt as she climbed the last steps. I’m shocked. The high school king was now a thirtysomething bum. But maybe I can take a look tomorrow morning before you go to school?” High school math was technically fresher in Chet’s mind than most, given how many times he repeated senior year.
