Seling My Stuff.
Selling My Stuff.
I’d just finished drying the body beautiful and was about to pop a tee over my head when the back door bell rang. Fuck! 9 o’clock in the morning, who calls that early? I shrugged into my dressing gown and slouched to the door.
‘Hullo?’
It was a woman, mid forties, well rugged up against the cold morning.
‘yes?’
‘I’ve come f
I’d just finished drying the body beautiful and was about to pop a tee over my head when the back door bell rang. Fuck! 9 o’clock in the morning, who calls that early? I shrugged into my dressing gown and slouched to the door.
‘Hullo?’
It was a woman, mid forties, well rugged up against the cold morning.
‘yes?’
‘I’ve come f