Tell Me Something to Make Me Hate you part4
by HandJob Blog
out a ‘Hoormph’ or something. And she followed me. Right into my
house. I get her upstairs as quick as I can, hoping none of my
housemates see me. They don’t. I look at her and remember what a
friend of mine from the basketball team had told me in high
school.”
“James?” she says, and unbuttons her shirt.
“A friend of his. He said ‘Pussy has no face. Some things
just stay with you, you know.”
She leans forward and looks back under her skirt. “Mine
does.”
“Does what?”
“Has a face. It does.”
“Does not.”
She shows me.
“No. It has a nose…”
...End of the part4. To be continued..