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.

| asked through gritted teeth. I was this close to blowing a fuse today, Kerry should thank her lucky

I didn’t want to engage in a

with a disap pointed

you.”

two at a time to get there quicker

knocked on the door, looking down the hall to see Kerry already at

on

with impatience on

are the two women

my spine as peeked at Kerry’s

loud voice tells me to

into her room, closing the door

around Karen’s overly girly room and nearly got blinded by

and by the sound of the

cringing when I saw that she still had pictures of us lined on the

in a serious relation ship, Karen treated what we were doing as

and them to gether and placed those

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

looking at them, I couldn’t help but feel creeped out that she still kept them despite us clearly

idea that we would never go

the shelves

step back from the shelves I push my hands into the pocket of my

small short towel that barely cov ered her pussy and

sight does nothing to me. Not even my cock stirred like it would

done for Layla

to get out of here as soon

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