A Delightful Neighbourhood Ch. 04 by HartMann,HartMann
Ah, now we were talking! This was more like it, I thought when I saw her open her door the fourth day at around 10.30. She wore daisy dukes and a spaghetti top. Nothing too tight or too short, just a pair of cut-off jeans, but definitely more adapted to what she visibly had decided … Read more