He seems to like me calling him “Daddy”. XXX But we’ll get a bed later.”
“I guess I’ll have to sleep with you till we do then.” I say before kissing him again. I’ll sleep in my Hockey bag if I have to. Satisfied the small rolling tower won’t fall. Your room is this way. The sofa suite is stylish leather. He seems to like me calling him “Daddy”. Just a commode and a sink. Pauses, then slowly brings his head up to look me in the eyes. “Sarah”
oh fuck. But we’ll get a bed later.”
“I guess I’ll have to sleep with you till we do then.” I say before kissing him again. I’ve never liked the taste of mothers twat. He’s nice enough I guess. Damnit. A dining room area is half hidden by one of those rice paper hinged divider walls and I saw the black painted fridge hidden in the corner
