After our blonde eighteen-year-old smoke-show catches her boyfriend cheating, Ashlyn devises a plan to get revenge. However, the plan takes an unexpected turn when innocent flirting leads to passionate, mind-blowing sex with her ex's fifty-five-year-old father.

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"We're over!" Ashlyn yelled, as she stormed out of the boy's locker room. Tears streaming down her face, Ashlyn Donovan threw her biology textbook into her locker and slammed the thin metal door shut. Her head was swimming—how could this possibly be happening? How could he have cheated on her!?

Barely five minutes ago, Ashlyn had stealthily crept into the boy’s locker room to wish her boyfriend, Daniel Scott, good luck for the big homecoming game. The hallway lea

"So, this is still in your price range, but close to the higher number," I said, leading the way. "Obviously, it's up to you."

"I like it, Ray; it's spacious."

"Yes, it is, but that does reflect on the price tag. I could tell you liked it from the second I saw your face, Ashley."

"Yeah, so?" she giggled, stopping them both.

I turned back to see them kissing, but looked away. I jiggled a bit, but respected both the client's privacy. They made out for a moment, and I just waited for them to continue the tour. I wasn't sure how long they'd keep going, but I was willing to wait.

"I love you," Ray mumbled.

"I love you too," Ashley added, before coming my way. "Sorry, Lindzee."

"It's okay," I mentioned, peeking at them.

We continued the tour, and they stayed together the

"I bullshit you not, Holly, last night, I found a dick that I could not deep throat. It was in fact too massive, even for me. After I gagged the third time, I was done. I just couldn't do it."



"Seriously, Eve? Don could just pop in at any moment. I don't need my eighteen-year-old son hearing about my thirty-four-year-old big chested friend's sexual conquests," she warned me, grabbing some plates for the cabinet.



"What?" I asked, bringing my hands to my boobs. "He is an adult now, he can handle it."



She stopped right in front of me. "The short dark blue dress is just letting those puppies off their leash too and puppies definitely need one," she pointed out, before she walked past me out of the kitchen.



"If you say so, but my puppies hate that leash," I reminded