“Oh my god… “Do it again! Mom xxx From my position I could see a little under her skirt, and a bit of her breasts under the tube top. I need to get back home and change. I mean… I need to do some stuff before dad gets home from work.”
….. I pulled my arms out of the sleeves, and unsnapped the coveralls down to my waist. …oh, sure.”
Her weight lifted from me, and I reached down underneath and struggled with the knot for a bit, then finally twisted around so I faced up. It is up to the reader to decide what is fantasy. It was the brunette, Carly. I watched the lights go on inside the house and Carly walked into the kitchen.
When I turned to sit back down on the deck chair, the waif had joined Cliff on their couch. She looked up and smiled, then turned and walked out of the room.
