Michael Jackson Throw oreiller

Michael helps me out of the lit and gave me a hug.
" I'm so happy that you're awake!"

I smile at his childish grin.
" Can toi take me home?" I say weakly.

Michael bit his lip and shuffled his feet
" H-home? I-I don't know about that."

I looked down in dismay. Michael lifted my chin. " No need for that, Fancy."

My cœur, coeur beated faster when his lips came to mine. They brushed over mine for a few secondes before he start s’embrasser me very passionately. I felt his manly hands grasp my hips and he said. " Francesca Aliyah Moore, will toi be my girl?"

My eyes got big at his comment. Me? Michael Jackson?...

I woke and Michael still sleep. I decided to get an early start on my jour , so I cooked an omelet and made Jamaican tea. I sat at the table, tableau and read the newspaper , nothing surprising going on. Isis was up "Morning , Nesha." She a dit , her voice sounding like a man's "Good morning , auntie." I a dit , my voice sounding like hers. Michael walked in the bathroom while I was walking to the room , he was naked. I walked backwards to see if this was true , it was. He was so hot and.....God , that cul, ass "Michael , Isis is still here." I whispered as he snatched a towel on. I giggled , he was so cute...

Tomorrow morning the boys got up for school."Ugh, waking up early, again!" Marlon complained."C'mon Marlon, lighten up!" Michael said."You're being positive because of your girlfriend!" Marlon said."And going to school" Michael added."The female teachers?" Jermaine said."Yeah and my friends!"Michael said.They went to the cuisine to eat."So how'd everybody sleep?" Katherine asked."Good!" Everybody a dit but Michael was louder than everyone."Wow Michael, toi must've had a really good night sleep!" Katherine said."It's because of his girlfriend!" Marlon teased."Hey!" Michael said."Thinking about...