“Sorry to bother you,” Emma repeated again.
“It’s okay,” I smiled at her, “If anything happens again, call me.”
With a wave of my hand, I turned around and walked down the street.
It was a warm April day; a light breeze gently touched my face and body. I passed Jefferson Street, past the magnolia bushes. A sweetish smell hit my nostrils. Jackie lived here; she was my mother’s work colleague. Once I was fixing her laptop too. Jackie is about 40 but have a very youthful appearance.
An image flashed in my memory: Jackie in a white top and short shorts. Weather was especially hot that day and she didn’t wear a bra, so I could see the nipples showing through her top.
I felt my dick was hardening on. God! I wish I could slap those nipples with my schlong!
There was no one at home, probably my mother and stepfather left somewhere on their own business. I made myself an orange juice and went into the living room. I turned on the air conditioner. A large, almost the entire wall, French window of the living room overlooked the south side and during the day the air warmed up rather quickly, especially in such sunny weather. It was very bright here. The living room space was literally flooded with sunlight.