“Exactly,” Jessie said. Sex vedio Jessie looked at me from the top of the stairs, bit her lip, then opened the waist of her makeshift skirt so that I caught a glimpse of her pussy. No sooner had I noticed this than her shorts were around her ankles. She was walking around the garden beds, her head on a swivel, seemingly checking the windows for neighbors. However composed and charming she had been while we talked, that seemed to have collapsed when she stepped outside. I let me arm fall casually back to my side. I didn’t think, simply obeyed. Her hands were not idol. She had, however, covered her bare-naked legs with a cloth wrapped like a skirt that looked suspiciously like the table cloth I had just seen out in the kitchen. “I’m Jessie by the way.”
“Yeah, I’m Dan.” I offered my hand out of impulse, but her back was turned, looking in the fridge. I canvased that wall with paint faster than Jackson Pollock. So long as that divine was Jessie’s pussy. I melted into the kiss as my hands finally found her waist. Jessie was on her feet and out the door before I even knew what was going on. “You have no idea how grateful I am. Just as I was forming up my resolve to turn my attention back to my work, Jessie ducked out of the plants.
