Off the floor

"Good!" Mrs. Winter's exclaimed. "First, we have to get you off the floor and up onto the bed." Mrs. Winter's explained. "Unfortunately, I don't have the strength to lift you. We'll have to call in my grandson Devin.

"Devin?!" Lauren exclaimed. She'd seen Mrs. Winter's pudgy grandson, around 18 years old. Lauren had caught him trying to peak up her skirts many times. The little creep couldn't see her like this!

"Wait, before you get him, I have to get dressed!" Lauren said.

"We have to get that leg elevated asap." Mrs. Winter's explained. "The swelling will be much worse if we don't. We don't have time to get you dressed."

"But... but he can't see me naked!" Lauren exclaimed.

"Oh, I see your point." Mrs. Winter's said. "After all, a girl has to keep her secrets!" She winked at Lauren. Lauren looked aghast. Did the woman know about her false breasts? No, there was no way she could from this angle. She was just trying to be playful.

"Can you roll over?" Mrs. Winter's asked. "Try to keep your leg straight as you do."

She began pushing Lauren off her belly, holding her leg out as she did. Lauren squealed, switching her hands to her front as she was rolled ungracefully onto her back. She managed to cup her breasts and crotch before Mrs. Winters, who seemed to have no shame got much of a look. Lauren cupped her breasts and crotch, but Mrs. Winters could see every other inch of her pale form! Lauren stared up at her, totally ****.

"Why were you naked anyways?" Mrs. Winter's asked, walking towards the bed. "And how did you twist your ankle?"

"I... I was dancing..." Lauren blushed as she admitted the truth. Mrs. Winter's laughed, increasing her embarrassment.

"Your quite a bit more wild then I would have thought!" Mrs. Winter's commented. She came back over with a sheet from the bed. She draped it over Lauren, hiding her body.

"There. Now, we can call in Devin and move you." Mrs. Winter's said.