The Girl Next Door. The girl next door had inspired my fantasy life for quite a while. When I took her for a ride, I wasn't prepared for what she provided in return. As I sat in my car, I watched Dad unlock his front door, enter the house, turn and wave goodbye, and close the door behind him. Ginger lives there with her boyfriend and his mother.
Each Wednesday, Cosmopolitan. This week, Bittersweet , a very hot story by AustenSnowWrites. I never run out of flour. How the hell does a baker run out of flour?! I only made
I have dreamed of his muscular body, his perfect abs and those piercing eyes. Not when the 4-year-old cotton candy princess is around. But by the way he undresses me with his eyes, I know that he wants something too. Something hot.