"How the fuck am I going to do this", I thought to myself as walked around the perimeter of the fence.
Mrs. Done texted me to come to a business cookout that she was forced to attend with her husband. I looked over the backyard fence to see a lot of people there for the barbecue and Mrs. Done standing near the grill. She was wearing blue skinny jeans and a tight grey shirt. Her bra and panty line were also clear as day underneath her clothes. How no other man was pitching a tent, was beyond my comprehension. Mrs. Done spotted me and signaled for me to come over the a secluded area in the backyard. I walked around the back and bent down to see through a hole in the fence.
"I'm glad that you made it", Mrs. Done told me.
"Yeah, I'm here, but how are we going to do this", I asked her.
"I don't know. Let's just leave this to timing", Mrs. Done whispered through the hole.
Mrs. Done left to grab a plate of food and walked back to the hole.
"I could really go for something on this hot dog", Mrs. Done slyly said.