Toast flys from the toaster in a explosion of crumbs. There was always one question my mom wanted me to answer: "DerDre, did you fix my toaster?" She meant "Did you fix my toast?" It was ritual for me to put toast in the toaster for my mother to come and find fresh toast every morning after she would ask that one question. I grab both pieces of toast then take such a pretty perfect big light bite that I am sure that ghoul in me looks like a ghost. I walk yet tread down my darkening hallway then step in my room. I see her silhouette first. Then her outline on MY bed. The cutest curly hair and curviest curve of her hips and breasts. I'm in shock. I hang agape and think if I should start flexin'. I'm dead in love.
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Seducing the Spies
ActionEvery man has a secret. These men have many. When Stacy runs into a charming man on the elevator: it couldn't be anything less than fate. Then she meets a devilishly handsome man named Paul at a bachelor party. When one of the men save her from a fi...
