How Did You Like Me?
She asked, "How would you like me?" I asked, "How did you like me?"
I never questioned why you wanted me there. I just knew it would be for something I would also want, or at least I thought it would be. I was only partially correct. As instructed when I arrived, I went directly to your bedroom, undressed and sat on the floor. When you came in, my heart skipped a beat. You wore my favorite black lace bra with your breasts pushing the limits of the fabric, and nothing else. My cock stirred...