I am house sitting at your beautiful old Victorian House. You don’t like leaving it empty. After all, this is a college town. You put an ad in the paper for someone to house sit for you while you take an extended business trip which will have you in various cities for the next couple of months.
My college dorm room has become unbearable. It is dirty, noisy, and kind of smelly. It is a horrible environment for studying and sleeping. I respond to your ad. You believe me to be a very respectable and responsible coed. Your only rule is that I don’t have any boys in your house.
There was a horrible weather delay. It ends up that you can’t catch a flight to CA tonight, but you ended up only a couple of hours from home. Sleeping in your own bed, even for one night, seems like heaven after sleeping in hotel beds. You send me a text informing of your plans, you expect to arrive around 10 pm and will be leaving again the next morning. My phone is off. I am pre-occupied and don’t get your text.
You arrive home and there is a car on the street, but you don’t think too much of it. Your beautiful old Victorian house with the low lights on in the windows seems to be welcoming you home. You think that I put them on for you. You unlock your front door and hear soft beautiful music coming from your library. You open the door and walk into the library and find me dressed in very sexy lingerie. I seem to be waiting for you.
You walk a few steps into the room. You are surprised to see my new sexy friend sitting back on your antique sofa wearing black panties and bra. It is obvious that I didn’t know you that you were coming home tonight. Well, you said that I couldn’t have boys in your house, so I found myself a cute girl from my Art History class.
I walk over to you. Kiss you passionately and ask if you would like to join us as I start to take off your clothes.
Bree
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