This morning is abuzz; there are people running around with plates, a woman shining forks, some guy moving chairs. Then there are people with flowers; there are people helping the people with the flowers...it chaos...It is a fucking mess.
Giselle's birthday party has got me stressed. I, strangely enough, was a last-minute addition to the guest list. Well, it is at my practically at my house, and I would have invited myself if I needed to.
In two days, my princess is getting engaged to Roman Sloane. And we don't know how to get rid of him...yet...I know how I would love to...But ya...I will either find my ass in jail or down at the bottom of the riverbed.
But let us forget about that.
That perky ass has been running up and down past me this whole morning, and every time she does fuck! I get hard. But wait...the little minx is not even wearing panties, and she conveniently forgot to wear that pink bra she was so eagerly sporting the other day.
