Cuộc gặp gỡ tình dục bất ngờ với một chàng trai đẹp trai nóng bỏng, người là người mua giả sử thừa kế của tôi

My aunt left me the house because she hated my parents.

I knew that. I knew why she hated them, too. She wasn't all that crazy about me

either, but I was the lessor of two evils. So I was now the proud owner of, if memory

served, the ugliest fucking house ever built. When I pulled up in front of it, I groaned.

Memory hadn't done it justice. The shingles had faded to a nice zombie gray.