My hand in his, fitting in snuggly and he leads up the stairs.
I am starting to think that it's not his dick that he wants to show me because we are going too far for some fucking. On the other hand, it's quite romantic if he wants to take me to the bedroom. Not that a living room session was anything bad.
We stop right next to his room. I frown, because I have never entered the room along this hallway. My former room is still the same, but it is at the other end of the room. I can see that they were really estranged if they had to place their rooms on the opposite ends of the hallway. But it didn't mean that the hallway was empty. There were rooms, rooms whose doors never opened and I didn't care much to snoop around closed doors. I have watched enough horror movies to know that it was a shitty move to pull, especially in such a house. Victorian times? Hell nawh i am not inviting horror into my life.
