You pull up to your house, an hora and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t início to realize you didn’t come straight início after school. To be honest, you never actually went. You spent the dia in your lover’s arms, not moving from the cama except for that hora long chuveiro you took. You close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across you face as you think of the way she touched you. You blush, thinking of the way she made you come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time you didn’t have to fake your...