Tempting The Bad Boy
Kyle pushes back his chair and stands, holding out a hand to Mrs Hastings, who takes it and entwines her fingers with his.
"Could her pants get any tighter?" Gabby remarks, drawing my attention to her skin-forming, pastel yellow yoga pants that leave little to the imagination. "I don't think she's wearing any underwear either, which is just begging for a yeast infection to breed inside her koochie."
The two lovers begin moving away from their table, and I get a sudden urge to want to know what they're up to.
"We should follow them," I suggest to Gabby, jumping to my feet.