I pulled up to Janette's house right on time, the morning sun already beating down like it had a grudge. My toolkit clanged in the truck bed as I grabbed it, slinging it over my shoulder. This job was supposed to be quick—finishing up the wiring in the garage after yesterday's tease. But from the moment I rang the bell, I knew it wouldn't be straightforward. Janette answered, her sundress clinging to every curve like it was painted on. Those tits of hers—full, heavy, spilling out the low ...