Stacy’s keys were on the counter. So were her panties.
Travis had questions.
There was a certain level of comfort with women’s underthings that he had achieved living with his mom and sister, and he liked to think of himself as immune to the ‘flustered highschooler’ routine when it came to bras, panties, and silk stockings laying about the house. What concerned him, or rather aroused his curiosity
The Babysitter
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