Friended!

I locked myself out of my boyfriend’s flat once when he was out. I’d only just bought a bikini, something I’d never had the courage to do before, so I wore it to show my boyfriend. When someone knocked on the window I naturally bumumed it was him, and ran out to greet him, and as the door clicked shut behind me I realised that I didn’t have the key. But that’s ok, because he would have his… only… it wasn’t my boyfriend. It was his landlady – an old, posh, scarily upper-clbum lady – who then insisted on taking me to her house to get a spare set of keys. She lived in the next city over, so I had to make an hour’s worth of polite conversation, agreeing that yes young girls should be taught to crotchet in schools, while trying to keep my mammary glands safely put away. Log in to see images!