“Not from the front...”
I didn’t know where she lived, but it was close by, in a nice neighborhood. I didn’t have too much time to wonder how this was going to play out as my penis throbbed with its second hard erection in a few minutes. She parked in the little drive in front of a garage and ran into the house, leaving the front door open. (I don’t know if she was checking to be absolutely sure the place was empty, or, more likely, tidying up some mess or other that I was never going to notice.)
I pulled up the curb, took a deep breath, looked at myself in the rear view mirror, told my face not to screw it up, and walked as calmly as I could up the front walk.
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