the I Phelta Thi Sorority – Part 3
Sarah had a class soon, and I had some chores that were not going to wait any longer, so we exchanged emails and cell phone numbers and got dressed to leave. “Did I pass the test?” grinned Desiree, still naked. She rubbed her clitoris absently. “Well. . .” said Sarah, looking at me. “Given the … Read more