Feisty Felicity 1-844-332-2639 x 270
You had a sleepover with my son last night. The two of you were up so late! I could hear you giggling like girls and whisper-yelling all night long. Boy’s aren’t very good at whispering, after all. The house was finally quiet as I climbed out of bed in search of my morning coffee. Quiet except for one, strange sound coming from my son’s room.
I wandered closer to his door and peeked inside to see my sweet boy, fast asleep on his bed and you, dry humping a pillow on the floor! The sleeping bag you’d slept on was all balled up at your feet as they tried to gain purchase on the wood floor.
Your hips were pumping so quickly, I was actually kind of impressed. I was going to just walk away until I heard the name you were chatting. My name. “Oh, Mrs. Felicity. Mrs. Felicity.” You gasped with your head flung back and your hands tightly gripped into one of my favorite bamboo pillows.