Kapitel 80: Two Milfs is One Too Many

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And now I'm standing in front of her door, ready to ring the bell.

I could come up with a million things I'd rather do.

Eat a pound of dog food.

Get a facial tattoo.

Throw myself off a bridge.

But no, instead I have to talk to Isabella. Get right into the lion's den. 

How wonderful.

I ring the doorbell and wait with shaking knees. 

I could count the seconds. But it won't make me less nervous.

Then I hear how the key turns and a second later I look into Isabella's face.

My heart starts beating faster once I take in her full presence.

Unlike earlier in her casual chic attire, she is now wearing a short tight dark blue dress and the amount of cleavage makes my head buzz.

Every curve is highlighted perfectly and- Judy, concentrate! Look into her face, not down! Be strong!

Sadly her face isn't any less beautiful and I feel silly in my jeans and tshirt.