Eventually, Tom calmed down, wheezing like he’d just run a couple of miles full tilt. James spent most of the afternoon watching TV, lounging on the couch and wondering if becoming a street artist would have been more entertaining. Xxnx “Anything ?”, he whispered back. The car spun around amidst a cloud of smoke, ending up facing back the way he had come, blocking the way of a certain Toyota which visibly struggled to slow down as it approached the one-car blockade. Those tight black jeans enunciated her full figure, hugging the curves of her thighs and butt. “No, you wouldn’t do that. . Ted. . James ran his tongue over her cleavage and hooking a thumb over the top of her bra, pulled it down her left boob, doing the same with the right. But what the hell was he so happy about ?
