Layla The Rejected
There was a time during my grief that I would stare at the trees and sky for several hours, till I downed a whole bottle of liquor, and was totally wasted.
Layla had changed from the midi gown, Rosa tucked her in, into a purple tank top and white pajamas shorts, with purple hibiscus design on it, that stopped at her mid thigh. I had to admit that she was sexy as hell. The dress was originally for Sarah, but it fitted Layla so well.
My dick twitched at the thought of swatting her rump, or having to behold the creamy skin that swept me off my feet in the early hours of the morning more clearly, but I quickly brushed it off my mind.
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