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Woh wait. Doesn't that make you in fact a prick, too? Well, at least you bring the sweet memory back | Woh wait. Doesn't that make you in fact a prick, too? Well, at least you bring the sweet memory back | ||
when Zoe apologized into her webcam, with the cute red blush on her cheeks. So cute, innocent and sexy. | when Zoe apologized into her webcam, with the cute red blush on her cheeks. So cute, innocent and sexy. | ||
| - | + | Daydreaming, you sit down on the kitchen's chair. | |
| + | As soon as you shoved some Pop O's into your mouth, the front door opened. The sound of keys clinking on each other | ||
| + | and the sound of your mother's voice, brought you back to reality. She took off her heels and put them next to the | ||
| + | entrance. | ||
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| + | "How was your day, honey?" she asked, you mumbled something back "would you unpack the groceries?" she didn't seem to listen to you "I need to take a quick shower - some idiot dropped a can of beer, it exploded and now I'm all sticky." | ||
| + | While talking she went upstairs and you unpacked everything, with a short gaze at her wet chest. You ate up your breakfast and headed upstairs, where you could hear the water running. You slowed down a bit. There was this crack near the lower hinge - it was there for ages - that could allow you to see through. Somehow you never thought about it earlier. | ||
Revision as of 02:02, 31 August 2013
You went downstairs and your mind was flooded with questions.
While you stood in the kitchen and prepared yourself some "Krunchy Pop O's", you couldn't help but think about Zoe, your little cousin, that was exposing herself to you and some dirty pricks on the internet. Woh wait. Doesn't that make you in fact a prick, too? Well, at least you bring the sweet memory back when Zoe apologized into her webcam, with the cute red blush on her cheeks. So cute, innocent and sexy. Daydreaming, you sit down on the kitchen's chair. As soon as you shoved some Pop O's into your mouth, the front door opened. The sound of keys clinking on each other and the sound of your mother's voice, brought you back to reality. She took off her heels and put them next to the entrance.
"How was your day, honey?" she asked, you mumbled something back "would you unpack the groceries?" she didn't seem to listen to you "I need to take a quick shower - some idiot dropped a can of beer, it exploded and now I'm all sticky." While talking she went upstairs and you unpacked everything, with a short gaze at her wet chest. You ate up your breakfast and headed upstairs, where you could hear the water running. You slowed down a bit. There was this crack near the lower hinge - it was there for ages - that could allow you to see through. Somehow you never thought about it earlier.
