Bony But Bendy Granny With A Kinky Twist

Imma just call an uber and head home.”
“You’re not having a good time? XXX The guard came up to our car. I keep going down, and round a corner and get to the end of the hall, the last door, and I hear a familiar giggle. I wasn’t really ready to move yet. The door is ajar and I peep in, and what a sight I saw. Jet black strands of silk draped her shoulders. The sound coming from her were damn near angelic, maybe I was drunk, who knows. I make my way to the kitchen, in hopes of finding a beer and to scope out the scene. “This dude was bothering Renee, and tried to fight me for her, I guess.” I say, pointing to the guy as he is being pulled up by his friends. Why can’t girls just use pockets?