73 - Jessy

Hazz giggled, and I approached, sitting on the bed. The mattress was so soft that it almost called for a full night's sleep. I was amazed at the feel of the silk of the quilt on my fingers, the soft and soft lines. Even the bed linen was golden, and that fabric gave the impression of being liquid gold, it was perfect.

Hazz also noticed where my attention had gone, and sat next to me. His movement on the bed made me swing gently, and I fell back without blinking. The canopy ceiling of the bed was also decorated with lacy and soft-looking fabrics, but when I closed my eyes, I almost didn't end up sleeping.

"You didn't tell me about your family," Hazz said, poking me lightly with your fingertips on my ribs. I ignored my tickles, and kept my eyes closed. Maybe if he thought I was sleeping, he wouldn't even touch that subject anymore. To my displeasure, he kept touching me and waiting. "I told you about my family. It's nothing more than fair for you to do the same.”

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