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Adrianna slouched back, making herself comfortable in the 80's style porch couch. She heavily frowned, continuously playing with her short strands of dark hair; unconsciously trying to get the ends to hook behind her ear, properly. Or maybe yet...she was trying to comb strands in front of her eyes to see what it looked like to peer behind a mess of hair. Or maybe, ..she decided to pull it back, tracing her scalp with her fingernails. So Bored! Why did she ever agree to this? Miranda's house was dampening her style. What was she suppose to be doing? ...babysitting? More like housesitting, or plant-sitting. Her dark pupils eyed the various plants sitting about the glassed-in porch. Or was it dog-sitting? Come to think about it, she hadn't seen that annoying little Boston terrier for a while now... oh well.
Where was that boy anyways? Adrianna quickly straightened her spine to peer over the back of the couch. She could still see his sports car in the driveway, which meant he was still somewhere in the house. Exactly where he was supposed to be, according to his mom! She had grounded him to the house...as if that would stick in stone. He hadn't had his new vehicle even a week before he had messed up. Stepping on his mother's curfew toes...Miranda tried so hard to raise her son decently. It just wasn't working out though. Miranda had made too many mistakes in life to have her son's respect over anything.
Sure...Adrianna would watch the boy...she had promised Miranda. In a few minutes I am certain I will be watching him walk right out that door. Adrianna smirked to herself. She had already justified the failure of her duty. She wasn't going to fight the boy to stay home! He was too old to be babysat in the first place!
Too old for a leash...deliciously young enough for a good time! Adrianna smiled, welcoming the wicked thought. To do such a thing would mean a falling out between her and her friend, but did friendship really matter that much to wild Adrianna? She brushed a finger over the skimpy cloth concealing her nipple. She knew the boy had lewd thoughts. She had seen him staring at her bulbous boobs. Actually, every guy stared at her rack. They just couldn't help themselves. She slipped her hand underneath the skimpy dress, pulling it down to expose one massive globe completely, and began to tweek her nipple until it stood on end.
Where was that boy anyways? Adrianna quickly straightened her spine to peer over the back of the couch. She could still see his sports car in the driveway, which meant he was still somewhere in the house. Exactly where he was supposed to be, according to his mom! She had grounded him to the house...as if that would stick in stone. He hadn't had his new vehicle even a week before he had messed up. Stepping on his mother's curfew toes...Miranda tried so hard to raise her son decently. It just wasn't working out though. Miranda had made too many mistakes in life to have her son's respect over anything.
Sure...Adrianna would watch the boy...she had promised Miranda. In a few minutes I am certain I will be watching him walk right out that door. Adrianna smirked to herself. She had already justified the failure of her duty. She wasn't going to fight the boy to stay home! He was too old to be babysat in the first place!
Too old for a leash...deliciously young enough for a good time! Adrianna smiled, welcoming the wicked thought. To do such a thing would mean a falling out between her and her friend, but did friendship really matter that much to wild Adrianna? She brushed a finger over the skimpy cloth concealing her nipple. She knew the boy had lewd thoughts. She had seen him staring at her bulbous boobs. Actually, every guy stared at her rack. They just couldn't help themselves. She slipped her hand underneath the skimpy dress, pulling it down to expose one massive globe completely, and began to tweek her nipple until it stood on end.