family stories (short)
I was getting impatient. Sitting alone in my office, leaning my head back in my chair staring at the ceiling, anxiously tapping one finger against the surface of my desk. I brought my wrist to my eyes, checking my watch for the time. Only 40 seconds since the last time I checked. “Where is she?!” I mumbled out loud, my frustration reaching a boiling point. Still looking up, my hand wandered down between my legs and under my skirt, slowly rubbing my desperate pussy. "Margaret?… קרא עוד
