Perfect for the job! Xnxx video And finally, I noticed Xander was not just looking at my face all the time anymore. A while ago, I received a mysterious text message. And few things are easier than pretending to have forgotten about that entirely. Instead, I stood in the middle of the room, right in front of the open door, and bent over. I even contemplated about walking towards the bedroom door, looking back over my shoulder, and asking him whether he was done with his coffee yet – or what? There’s barely any room for socks! My plan wouldn’t be as much fun if I didn’t. Oh. “Come on, bathroom is on the left.”
I closed the door behind him and sat down on my couch. “Alright, then,” he said, “but let me at least get it. Here’s what was in the text: Hi, Noëlle. Unless you fully close it, it tends to swing back open again, ’till about halfway, leaving about a half a yard gap to peek through for anyone sitting on the couch. “You sure I wasn’t interrupting you in any way?” he asked. And by that, I mean a classic case of Girl, interrupted.
