Well, that was an intense half hour. Amateur porn “Where did you say you found my app again?”
I decided to be as honest as possible. I toyed with my phone, my finger kept hovering over the Brain Hack app. She had an umbrella so she kept most of the rain off her. One time, she wore a shirt that was so thin, I could make out the purple lacy bra as she was bent over my desk, lecturing me on how I fucked up on my math equation. She put the ’S’ in strict and for some reason I think she had it for me and Kev. Her eyes fluttered as her plump lips closed over my mushroom head. Or maybe irregular. “I don’t see anything.”
“Shit, my mistake. Kelly pulled a handkerchief out from her purse, wiped up as best she could and buttoned up her trench coat. As she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down, my cock sprang out. “Now go, times a wastin’.”
“I’m Tom Smith, by the way, before he shut the door on me.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever, I’m Frank Booker.”
And with that, he shut the door and I could hear the sound of his fingers pounding hard on his computer keyboard.
