She was 27 or 26 and was a MILF, Mexican, brown hair, light skin, big juicy thighs, bigger booty, each cheek was the size of my head, a tramp stamp on... her lower back and a beautiful camel toe that would show do to her always wearing tight sweatpants. His mom, Isabel, was there too, but I didn't pay attention to her at the time. Isabel had to go to her jail for a bit, when she returned I remember entering the apartment lobby heading to the pk lots, and saw jay's sister in the laundry room, she. As she was thinking about this, her phone vibrated. It was Jezebel. It read:“Did you now? You’re not so bad yourself,” With an emoji attached to it.She then opened Grace’s message and texted back:“Yeah, what’s up?”At that point for her, it just got a little more complicated. She looked at the time. It was time to get to her first class.She got out the bed hurriedly. She changed clothes quickly from her t-shirt and shorts to a UTSA top and shorts. She looked in the mirror. Men marveled at her. His nametag read ‘Tommy’ and he had a tattoo of music notes circling his left bicep. Angel’s expression changed when she saw that Melanie wasn’t there. She called towards where she had been standing but got no response. Seconds later she heard rustling and came to the conclusion that she had disappeared into the storage room. Angel turned towards the enormous package and noticed that the word ‘Fragile’ was printed on it several times. Puzzled she couldn’t help but wonder what Laney had ordered.. As a man, I was bigger than him. He's thicker than I was but so what? Not that much thicker. I look over at the lady and she shrugs back at me. Huh. She doesn't even look like she wants to be here. Why didn't I notice that? From the beginning she didn't look like she was happy here. "Is that it?" I ask. He starts to answer but I glare at him. "I'm asking her. Is that it?" She just nods and I catch a small glimpse of something. Sadness? Fuck. "Just go. Put on your pants and go. Hey. And maybe.