Sharon’s mother was climbing up the stairs, calling for Shannon while our sweaty naked little bodies were still pressed together . “You have to take yours off too,” she spoke softly, surprising me. . She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric free of her form.
Sharon’s mother was climbing up the stairs, calling for Shannon while our sweaty naked little bodies were still pressed together . “You have to take yours off too,” she spoke softly, surprising me. . She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric free of her form.
Sharon’s mother was climbing up the stairs, calling for Shannon while our sweaty naked little bodies were still pressed together . “You have to take yours off too,” she spoke softly, surprising me. . She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric free of her form.
