I was absolutely sure I’d been wearing them that morning — like I said, I was no slut — but they were gone. Porn hd If comic-relief was what it took, I was happy to assist. Pathetically, it didn’t look any more rumpled than when I’d walked in, either. Can you meet me at the Starbucks on Third in 15 minutes?”
It was my turn to hesitate. Stacey pulled a chair out from the kitchen table, and then disappeared to collect her supplies. You can do it, Stacey! Grateful for her hospitality, I slipped into the bathroom and unfastened the last few buttons on the blouse. It could easily have been worse, but somehow I’d managed to pour my drink right down my cleavage; the blouse had contained the splash, and my bra had absorbed the excess liquid.
