(Well my dad didn’t pay the Internet bill so I’m going to be without wifi until Friday or Saturday. Sounds like so much fun. So I guess I’ll see all of you then, adios.)
If you can get in when he’s not there, I’ll do my best to keep him away while you try to get closer to her.
You might even get to see more then the boobs.
Maybe I should dress up as Mick so that I could get close to her and not arouse suspicion.
//Totally not drooling on himself while he’s certainly not mumbling gibberish.
How about a blow job from both you.
//Keith rolled his eyes.
Car, or walk.
If you come through with the goods then we’ll talk.
//Jim walked to his car.
We’ll take the car, that way we could see the boobs faster. I mean get there faster.
Is he okay with you pimping him out like that?
Come on then….should be hardly anyone around this time of night….
Fine then, a blowjob from me.
//Jim smiled and mumbled under his breath.
The temptation is great.
There’s late night showings at that theatre down town…we could go. If you want.
Maayybbee I’ll even throw in a blowjob from moonie *awkward winking*
YesYEsyES! I mean uh, yeah sure that sounds good….
Uh…yeah….Girl on a Motorcycle…not only do you get the pleasure of viewing her body in all its glory….she’s in a skin tight leather suit for half of it.
All that and more if you help me.
…..Need. to. see. movie.
I’ll distract him with my dick.
You know she has a movie out. And she’s naked it in.
I’ll repay you with drugs and alcohol.
Then you don’t have much chance of ever seeing those tits up close.
//steps closer and prods him in the side.
Are you stalking her or something.
But mick might go all wolfman on my ass and tear me to shreds if I try anything.
//Jim frowned and took a step away from Richards.
I plead the fifth.
Well maybe you should pay her a visit.
If I’m a pervert, then mind telling me how you got those photographs?
No, I must maintain my creeper status, she must never know of my love.
//Turns around in a huff.
None of your business.
//Keith looked down.
I want marianne’s approval, not yours.
//Jim crossed his arms over his over his chest and glared at Richards.
You’re such a pervert.