Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. With that she felt hands rubbing all over her feet and thighs, then lips began to kiss her upper thighs, sending gasps of pleasure from her own lips. More hands began to caress her tummy and breasts, hands gently tugging on her nipples or molding the skin of her titties, only to shortly be replaced by sucking and licking lips. She moaned out at the sensation of the sucking went right to her pussy and it began to throb and ache once more. The lips on her upper thighs slipped down to the. Have fun.” He said with a smile and closed the door behind him after Alex stepped in.“Hi, Greg is it,” he asked. His voice was deep and smooth. “Is it alright if I sit down?” He sat next to me when I nodded my head. He pulled a baggie, card and a small straw out of his pocket. Then poured some of the coke onto the lap board, cut it up into four lines and offered me the straw. “Here, take a couple of snorts and we’ll talk,” he said smiling.I took the straw and did two of the long lines and just. And you look happier dry.”“I am happier. I was miserable.”“I don’t normally carry clothes your size. That’s the best I could do.”“Very satisfactory. Never wore a dude’s drawers before.”“To the best of my knowledge, that’s the first time I’ve had a girl wear ‘em.”“You said you had friends who’d been through some stuff in their lives. What kind of stuff?”“It’s kind of strange. Three, no, FOUR of ‘em had pretty bad home lives. Three of ‘em had moms end up in jail. One of ‘em’s mom sort of turned.Read More
