Old school lounger chairs, thrifted for $5, chillin with the sun, in my panties eating grapefruits, writing thoughts in my journal. Flower filled, leaves on trees, green grass days are comin. Hip hip hooray, I say!
I over hear you give your cell to the hotel clerk while checking in. I text you my pic about 20mins later knowing you’re from out of town. “I’m a very discrete crossdress, tipsy, and horny. Would you like to come to my room to have a beer?” What
