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My Son’s Sitter Amy Brent 14490K 2023-09-02

“How understanding of you,” I comment dryly

“Seriously though,” She says, “you need to chill” Having sex is not as big of a deal as you’reit”

I throw my covers back over my head

“I’e says loudly so I can hear her, “because you’re way prettier and cooler thanyou for years now I just want to see it solved I’m the one who’s messed up, remember?”

My deter, I peek out an eye at her

“Stop it”

“What?” She says “It’s true My parents are one fight away froood I failed out of university, and you’re the only friend who hasn’t told o to hell because I’ve driven them to it”

Her dark eyes are bulging out slightly as she says all this Irab her hand

“I’ to leave you, okay? We’re best friends We’ve been there for each other and we’re going to keep on being there for each other”

“Promise?” She asks, an evil twinkle in her eye

“Why…” I say, glaring at her now

She bats her doe eyes with an innocent expression

“No reason Just that I found this in the bottoht…”

She flings some balled up fabric at lare at her

“You went through my underwear drawer? Seriously?”

She shrugs, nonplussed

“I was looking to see where your Chapstick was”

I’m about to respond when I realize what it is that’s half unraveled on my lap It’s the only pair of sexy panties I have I’ve never seen the point of own racy lacy things that won’t be used Like these Ever since I bought theo, they have sat woefully unused at the bottom of my underwear drawer

When I’d originally bought the to be using the new boyfriend, the handsooing all the way But then, the night after the Caribbean dance, he’d tried pushing me too far in the park I’d turned him down and he’d stor on a mutual friend That was it

And the rest has been history, a series of fu than the last Most of the time, I chicken out before we even make it to second base