Christmas Carol part15
“Pez,” Pez grinned at Carol. “They call me Pez cuzza my throat” he
showed her the scar on his throat and grinned a really goofy grin and
we peeled out as I pulled Carol closer to me.
“Uh. My father says I have to be home by twelve,” she whispered.
Christ. I’d forgotten that some kids actually had curfews, their
parents wanted to know where they were, expected them to come home,
crazy shit like that.
“Yeah no problem.” I squeezed her tit and dropped my hand to her
crotch. I figured I’d wing it. It was already nine, I’d have to nail
her pretty fast.
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…End of the part15. To be continued..