Trailing closely behind Irene, especially with the current way she looked, so utterly, casually promiscuous, was like the final test of absolute willpower as a warm-blooded hormonal member of the opposite gender.
Her house was as much of a blank slate as I remembered the first time entering, so reasonably, my eyes were naturally drawn to the most interesting, riveting thing that they could find.
Really, if anything, it'd be even weirder if I wasn't ogling at her… especially with that slow sway she had in her stride, from behind? I'll defy death no problem, but that ass? Let's not kid ourselves, chivalry can only stretch so far before little bits of depravity begins peeking through at the seams…
And boy, was I definitely peeking…
Still, unforgivable debauched as I was, I did not let my carnal ways lead me astray from the matter at hand, and blinking hard, and breathing even harder, I spoke.
Sorry for the late publish. Overslept. But for you guys reading late, you probably never noticed anyway.