73 A Taste Of Forbidden Fruit

There is a knock on the door.

"Nah, can't be. Tasnim does not know where I live."

But as I open the door, around the corner comes this long slender brunette with the tightest skinny jeans that only...and I mean only covers that sweet spot of hers...and then the top...my god...she might as well take the thing off. She has the whole cowgirl knotted shirt thing going...and then the thought hits me...this is so damn tight...

Tasnim has no underwear on.

I take her softly by the hand and hook my fingers into hers and lead her into the house, here is no way I am watching her sway that naked ass, but,

"Hey, Carson."

"Yes, princess?"

"Nice ass."

"Fuck."

But as soon as we sit on the couch she looks at me rather funny? Is it something I said or perhaps what I did? Mmm, it is only a matter of time until I find out. And as soon as we are driving down the road, she turns to me, "What is wrong, Carson?"

"Nothing, why?"