Either that or it almost seems like she was waiting for an excuse to get away from me. I mean we spoke a little during the rest of the day but she hardly says much either way and I feel like she was a bit stand offish, so I don’t know what’s gonna happen.
All I know is today I’m not wearing jeans if I’m gonna spend any more time with the girl. I’m sticking to track pants, were this zipper ain’t gonna give me any more shit.
Wearing jeans fucking hurts when you are surrounded by a girl like Malaya. Having a fucking hard on the entire fucking day and night is fucking with my damn brains. And I know that today isn’t going to be any better.
And then she walks down the stairs, in another pair of tight jeans with a canary yellow longed sleeve shirt it has a v-neck shape stopping just before any cleavage can show, though as it hugs her body tight enough to show me just was a ample bosom she has, without me even coherently thinking. I lick my lips as she comes down the stairs.
Her hair is pinned up again and that allows me to have a full view of her beautiful face. I have never seen a fucking hotter girl than her. I used to think Amy was hot, if she hadn’t spoken to me yesterday I wouldn’t have even noticed her, she couldn’t even hold my attention for the few minutes we spoke.