FOURTEEN~

DAMI.

   I watched as she eagerly skipped towards the Cold stone and Dominos joined building. Her big long braids bounced on her ass as she walked.

  It's funny to think that a few minutes ago she practically cried at the salon when she was getting her hair braided. It was somewhat funny but I didn't dare laugh instead I consoled her by promising her everything sweet. I held her hand and kept her busy until they were done with her hair.

   I trailed closely behind her shamelessly checking her out. She was dressed simply In faded blue jean shorts and a T-shirt, my T-shirt that I forced her to wear even though she complained it was too big. I've always imagined how she'd look in clothes and now I know she looks great. My Shirt swallowed her whole and anyone else would think she had nothing underneath but she pulled the back of the shirt up to rest above her ass.

Damn. That Ass.

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