Emily was on the other end of the line, much to David's surprise. "David, do you know where James is? He was supposed to meet me near the dorm a half hour ago." She said.
David paused for a moment as he glanced across the street and swapped the heads of a 35-year old man and his 12-year old daughter. The man's stubbly face looked hilarious atop his little girl's pre-teen body, dressed in her pink halter top, denim shorts and ballet flats. Whereas the cute girl now had her father's broad-shouldered, adult body and was packing serious meat in her corderoy slacks. David then focused back on the phone call with Emily.
"Uh, no, not seen him for a while. But I'm not doing anything, if you want to hang?" He suggested, suddenly getting hard when he thought of Emily's sweet rack bulging out of her top. He knew James had hit the jackpot with her for sure.
"Well, sure, why not. And if James arrives when I've left, it's his fault." Emily agreed.
"On my way!" David smiled, hanging up and picking up his pace.
He couldn't wait to meet up with, and maybe even swap his roommate's sexy girlfriend.
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