Who the fuck was Molly? Blowjob sex I thought I was becoming more independent, not less.”
“I’m sure you are.” I soothed her. Molly gave me a ‘don’t you dare’ look, one I had never seen from her before. I thought I was becoming more independent, not less.”
“I’m sure you are.” I soothed her. Internally, I was begging myself not to say anything stupid, but the silence in a sea of noise eventually got to me. Gone were our jovial conversations. She stopped disrobing herself to look at me for a few seconds, before biting her lower lip and looking up into my eyes, her smile widening. I had accepted Molly wasn’t mine to have. I usually went for the neck first, and liked to surprise girls with my boldness. I have every reason to feel that way.
