A Trip to the Botanical Gardens

“Thanks for driving, man. My car’s such a pile of junk.” Laylah laughed as she approached David's car parked at the curb in front of her house.

It was summer break from college and the weather was warm, so much so that Laylah had chosen a light green spaghetti-strap dress to wear today. David tried not to roll his eyes at the fact that it was clear Laylah had forgotten to wear a bra today, the dress doing very little to curb the bouncing of Laylah’s considerable chest.