11. And she hasn’t stopped thinking about yesterday.

You walk over to the Mitchells’ front door and ring the bell. Eliza answers. She’s wearing a tank top and pajama shorts. She’s also taken the night off from wearing a bra. Her massive tits strain against the tanktop and bounce noticeably as she moves.

“Oh, hey Mr. Haggard.”

You notice her body posture become more closed off. You answer brightly, “Hey Eliza! I just wanted to come over and see if there’s anything that needed doing while you’re home alone.”

“Umm…” You watch her make a decision, “Yeah actually, there’s a light out in the kitchen.”

You smile and enter the home. You walk in the direction Eliza pointed. You see there’s a ladder set up under what is actually a burnt out lightbulb. The new bulb is out on the island. You go to grab it and climb the ladder. You look down and realize that Eliza is standing, leaning on the counter, with her arms crossed under her tits, emphasizing her cleavage through the thin tank top. You smile.

“So,” you unscrew the dead bulb, “how long are your folks out of town?”

“A couple days.” You see her shrug and her breasts jiggle.

You begin screwing in the new light. It flickers on as you finish. “So you’re home alone then?”

“Yeah.” You can see she’s struggling with something as you descend.

“Anything else I can help you with?”

She pauses as if trying to think of something. “Not really.”

You begin to advance on her. She’s standing in a corner in the kitchen, it’s easy to trap her where she stands. “Are you sure about that, Eliza?”

Her voice shakes, “yeah.”

You’re looming over her now. “I think there is something else you want me to help you with.”

You grab her by her ponytail and she gasps. You plunge one hand between her legs and realize she’s already a little wet.

“Now I know replacing a lightbulb isn’t that sexy.” You begin rubbing her slit through her thin shorts. She shudders.

“I guess… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about yesterday.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, um, like I don’t… I don’t cum that hard with Nick.”

You grin. “And you want that again don’t you?”

She shakes her head, “I can’t, really I can’t.”

“I think you can.”