“Make a wish and blow out your damn candles.”
Bob’s eyes traced down below the skirt to the smooth skin of her legs. He grinned.
“Don’t waste it, Bob. You might not have many left.”
“You should’ve been the reason my wife divorced me.”
“Make a wish and blow out your damn candles.”
Bob’s eyes traced down below the skirt to the smooth skin of her legs. He grinned.
“Don’t waste it, Bob. You might not have many left.”
“You should’ve been the reason my wife divorced me.”