Taylor Made Me Do It
My friend Taylor invited me over while her aunt was out with her parents. Her aunt lived down in the basement, but she had her own door. So, she could come and go, and there was even a small kitchenette downstairs. Also, the laundry room behind the kitchenette, and a bathroom, of course. So, that night we gathered up all of Taylor’s dirty clothes to wash them. Then, we took some cushions off the couch to put down, and sleep on. She snored, but that’s not what kept me awake. Of course, we had to sort out her laundry, including some hand washables, like her underwear. Which gave me a chance to check the tags on her bras, size 32Cs, but all she wore to bed was a teeshirt, and some panties. So, when she …