First message
She’s fallen asleep on his bed again without closing her door. I purposely made my son take more responsibilities at my company so he’ll stay overtime. Selfish of me, but it works. Now she’s knocked out in only an oversized tee with her leg propped up, innocently waiting for my son. I slowly creep into the room and unbutton my dress shirt. It’s been a long day for me and I don’t think I can hold in my desires much longer. I need you, sweet girl. I whisper as I run my fingers up her bare leg.