Perfectly Sculpted Curves And A Steamy Three-way Adventure

“But I didn’t!” I said, “Not with you not with anyone!”
“I know you didn’t,” she said, “But it was a Tree house, no one could see.”
“You read me some Enid Blyton,”I said. Porn “Mini, Beetle, old MG?” I suggested, “For you gap year.”
“I don’t know, you can’t talk cars and fuck me,” she said. “Oh don’t be such a wuss,” she said, “I felt all tingly and nice, I’ve been so worried about telling Daddy and now I don’t need to.”
“Right, tell him what exactly?” I asked. like fuck buddies?”
“Like a live in whore,” she protested, “No thank you.”
“Why not, I would expect you to be naked at all times,” I suggested, “Cook, clean.”
“No way!” she gasped, “You’re mad!”
“And Fuck,” I said pleasantly. “I needed three A’s, A stars ideally,” she said. “Perhaps I could I come to your flat?” she suggested, “I have the address as one twenty one Reidsmuir Street?”
“Yes, on the third floor, yes, my flat, Ok?” I agreed, “When?”
“Tonight, seven thirty?” she