From Jeffrey to Cindy
I knew I shouldn’t get in his car. But I was desperate. If he outed me, if he told anyone about what he saw…So I stepped closer to the white Honda and could see his stern expression laid out across his face. But in the corner of his lip I almost saw a smirk. I opened the door of the passenger side, and stepped in, sitting down next to him. I looked straight ahead through the windshield at my home, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “Jeans? Different wardrobe choice since the last time I saw you.” I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. What could I say? He was right. The last time he saw me I was in my living room rubbing my cock through a pair of crimson red lace panties. …