Tyler’s pov

Was I really about to do this to get information on whoev er had written the word whore on Layla’s locker?

I looked at Karen’s house, more specifically her room. It was lit up and I was sure she was waiting for me in there.

I let out an irritated breath and got out of the car. I ap proached the front door and rang the bell.

In just a few minutes someone’s footsteps approach the door. When the door pried open | smile at Karen’s mother awkwardly.

“Oh it’s you Tyler. Thought it was the pizza delivery guy.” Karen’s mom laughed lightly.

“Sorry about visiting this late ma’am, Karen asked me to help her with our history homework that’s due tomorrow.” 

I wasn’t even good at history.

“Oh I know about that, Karen has already informed me that you’d be visiting. And please, how many times must I tell you to call me Kerry?” She giggled and opened the door wider.

“Come in. Come in. Haven’t seen you here in a while.” She smiles and I return an awkward one that she looked past.

Stepping into the house, I stiffen when she ‘accidentally’ squeezed my bicep. She giggled like a school girl. “Oh sorry. You’ve gotten even more toned.”

DODL

Igrit my teeth.

One of the reasons why I avoided coming to Karen’s and usually brought her over to my place was because of her leeching mother who always sees fit to touch me inappropri ately.

A grown woman with a husband and a daughter I had been banging wasn’t my type regardless of my reputation.

to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should thank her lucky stars that I hadn’t passed

a conversation any longer with her

answered with a disap pointed smile that made

you.”

to get there quicker and away from Kerry’s creepy glare on my ass, I reached Karen’s room

to see Kerry already at the top

on Karen’s

loudly with impatience on

two women

disgust snaked down my spine as peeked at

voice tells me to

nearly run into her room, closing the door behind

overly girly room and nearly got blinded by the

room and by the sound of the water running, I knew

walked over to her shelves, cringing when I saw that she still had pictures of us lined on the

never in a serious relation

been with photoshopped photos of me and them to gether

she had lined on the shelves were actually real, with her taking them when I least expected

them, I couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she

would never

eyes tear away from the photos lined on the shelves

push my hands

towel that barely cov ered her pussy and

Not even my cock stirred like it would usually do when my eyes feasted on a

like they had done for Layla to touch

the itching to get out of

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