So many of us were my age or younger that the older men in Easy slipped by my notice almost effortlessly at this rate. That Joe is thirty only occurs to me now when I stop to think that we won't be doing anything else just yet. "I forgot," I say aloud, sitting up and crossing my legs as I peel off the remnants of the clothes (save for the panties) before yanking him up by the button-down and starting to undo it, one by one.
Sliding my palm up the curve of my shin, I slowly rise and find the papers I've got tucked away, drawing on a little robe in the meantime to settle at the far edge of the bed, back to the wall with a bare knee popping out and I take charcoal pencil to paper and idly start brushing and making notes. It's not so much a portrait as it is little notes and scribbled recollections as I tilt my head to one side and peer at Liebgott past the edge of the page.
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So many of us were my age or younger that the older men in Easy slipped by my notice almost effortlessly at this rate. That Joe is thirty only occurs to me now when I stop to think that we won't be doing anything else just yet. "I forgot," I say aloud, sitting up and crossing my legs as I peel off the remnants of the clothes (save for the panties) before yanking him up by the button-down and starting to undo it, one by one.
Sliding my palm up the curve of my shin, I slowly rise and find the papers I've got tucked away, drawing on a little robe in the meantime to settle at the far edge of the bed, back to the wall with a bare knee popping out and I take charcoal pencil to paper and idly start brushing and making notes. It's not so much a portrait as it is little notes and scribbled recollections as I tilt my head to one side and peer at Liebgott past the edge of the page.