A few Saturday morning’s later I headed down to start some laundry and there she was in only a t-shirt. At first I thought she must have ran out of clothes, but dismissed that idea since she never had a problem before and was there last Saturday. She turned around and smiled. “I thought that was you, Trish.” “Who else would it be? It’s just us on Saturdays.” Then I got the hint. She was down there not to do laundry but waiting on me. She sashayed over to me. She leaned forward and pressed her body against mine as she reached behind me and grabbed her detergent. The smell of her mixed with the smell of the laundry room and the feeling of her perky breasts pressing against mine made me tingle all over. I watched her add her soap to the load. “Oops!” She had dropped the soap scoop onto the floor. She bent over, her t-shirt climbed further up her body as she reached down to pick up the scoop. Monica’s perfect round ass and her pussy lips nestled between her thighs were in full view. I couldn’t help but stare and try to keep from drooling. She of course knew I was looking at her, she did it on purpose. As she stood back up she turned her head at me and smiled seductively. I was still trying to stop staring at her ass as her t-shirt slid back down her body and covered it. I was having all kinds of thoughts go through my mind and by the time I realized she had turned around, I felt myself become moist. She took my hand in hers, brought it up underneath her shirt and cupped my hand around her breast. Her erect nipple pushed against the palm of my hand as I squeezed a little firmer. Her soft moan was barely audible over the hum of the washing machine. I slid my other hand under her shirt and cupped her other breast. I began to lightly knead her flesh in each hand, as I did, I straightened my arms, making her shirt rise up her body revealing her tits. Her soft skin was covered in goose bumps from my touches and from the cool air. I tugged upwards and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. I quickly brought my mouth to her breasts, kissing around them, down her cleavage and underneath them. They were perfect, perky and just the right size. I slowly sucked each nipple into my warm mouth, let my tongue dance around it and letting it fall out of my mouth. Her moans were still soft, and were starting to become whimpers as I continued to play with her tits. She tiled her head back; her long brown hair spilled onto her back and brushed my arm around her waist. I slid my other hand down her ass and around her thigh, working upwards to her mound. I lightly brushed the back of my fingers along her thick hair. She jumped slightly at my touch and gasped in surprise. I slowly worked my fingers into her wetness, every time I went a little further, I’d pull them back out and go again. I was teasing the hell out of her and her whimpers grew louder and more desperate...

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