Crystalfox
Star
- Joined
- Jul 11, 2009
The last day of school had passed rather quickly in Katelynâs opinion. The exams had been simpler then she first assumed, though she was rather smart. Looking over her shoulder at the quickly emptying building she grinned. Three months of nothing but quality time with her dad, they were due for their yearly camping trip up at the old family cabin in a few days.
People always told her she looked like her mother with long red hair that brushed the middle of her back and dark brown eyes that seemed almost black if she wore the right make-up. Though given her complexion dark make-up made her look more washed out then anything else. She generally kept to light flirty colors that highlighted her cheekbones. Smoothing her blouse over her full almost C cup chest she hoisted her backpack over her shoulder and headed home.
As usual her father was still at work when she arrived the simple two story dark on the inside. He must've been putting in overtime to prepare for their trip. Unlocking the door she tossed her bag to the floor and turned on the light revealing a warmly colored living room with black leather furniture and simple but dark accents, her mother had designed this room when she was 6 and they never changed it.
Slipping off her shoes she padded across the hardwood floor and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. Bending over she rummaged about the nearly empty fridge her pert backside raised in the air.
People always told her she looked like her mother with long red hair that brushed the middle of her back and dark brown eyes that seemed almost black if she wore the right make-up. Though given her complexion dark make-up made her look more washed out then anything else. She generally kept to light flirty colors that highlighted her cheekbones. Smoothing her blouse over her full almost C cup chest she hoisted her backpack over her shoulder and headed home.
As usual her father was still at work when she arrived the simple two story dark on the inside. He must've been putting in overtime to prepare for their trip. Unlocking the door she tossed her bag to the floor and turned on the light revealing a warmly colored living room with black leather furniture and simple but dark accents, her mother had designed this room when she was 6 and they never changed it.
Slipping off her shoes she padded across the hardwood floor and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. Bending over she rummaged about the nearly empty fridge her pert backside raised in the air.