Don’t I get a goodnight kiss?” I felt chills run down my back at the thought. I let a soft moan escape my lips. So he likes to have fun. When I was little he used to tell me stories about going to clubs and drinking. I was pressed into him and all he was wearing was a T-shirt. I need to release fast. And I moamed in ecstacy. But he hasn’t done that in a while because he has been out of the country for business. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen. ” Mickey, is that you?” My mom yelled from the living room. “Mickey, this is not under discussion. I’m 18, I can make my own bedtime.” I sat stubbornly on the couch waiting for her to give in. Im going to have to have a peek. I’ll just stay awake in there for a bit. His hair was a golden brown and he had the bluest eyes id ever seen.
