Johnny
"I can't fix the problem if I don't know what's wrong," I tell her gently. "It's not you. You did nothing wrong. It's these damn hormones. Every time I see you it's an effort to not drag you back here so I can have my way with you. Especially when you're out there flaunting your muscles in the sun with no fucking shirt on." My fingers on her hips flex and I shift slightly, hoping to not let on how much her words affect me. "Okay, so how can I help? Wear a shirt when working?" I ask while thinking of all the other ways I could help relieve her stress. Bri tips her head back to scowl up at me. "Don't you dare take away my view when you're working. Your whole sevy cowboy look out there is the star of most of my fanta-sies lately." "You have a cowboy fantasy?" I question, debating if I'd be will-ing to wear my dad's old hat in bed. "No, I have a 'you' fantasy and sometimes you just happen to be wearing a cowboy hat."
About Johnny
"I can't fix the problem if I don't know what's wrong," I tell her gently. "It's not you. You did nothing wrong. It's these damn hormones. Every time I see you it's an effort to not drag you back here so I can have my way with you. Especially when you're out there flaunting your muscles in the sun with no fucking shirt on." My fingers on her h...Read more