
False alarm, it turned out, but not before I texted Serene downstairs. She's been in this pad the longest, and between that and her (excellent) no-nonsense attitude, I appreciate her gentle but self-sustained role as resident quasi-matriarch and delegatrix. Sometimes we switch between playing Good Cop and Bad Cop when dealing with the maintenance crew. But I digress.
Earlier, as I sipped my tea in the quiet morning, I smirked to myself as I faintly heard Serene and her lover, the always-laughing black Becka, enjoying themselves beneath me. Serene has unapologetically told me before about how loud she gets when she cums, and between her and Lacey with her lover, I enjoy some audio entertainment on occasion.
You see, I live in a house full of lesbians. Sucks to be me, huh?

Me: No, wait, I'm mistaken. Our tree is fine.
Serene: I was just getting dressed to come investigate. Ok.
Me: You mean I missed out on seeing you dash outside in your Wonder Woman underoos? Dammit! ;)
Serene: LOL! Indeed you did. I have been known to go out in just my robe many times. I wonder what the neighbours think. Don't care tho! :)
Me: *winking shrug*
Serene: Did you just feel the house shake?
Me: That good, huh? ;)
Serene: :D

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