Mark was standing at the grill, checking the potatoes, when she unlatched the gate in the fence and walked into his yard. His mouth immediately went dry and his cock did its best to push its way through his fly. She was definitely a walking wet dream.

White shorts - and they were definitely short - hugged her hips, the cuffs kissing her thighs. A sleeveless top of some soft material draped easily over her breasts and cut just low enough to let the upper swell peek over the ...