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Your plan has gone as scripted, but what do you do now, you had a plan but your mind is fried and rational thought is out of reach. You are staring at her body, mouth might be agape, panic is taking you, but then,

"Timmy. Oh Timmy!" Mrs Green is calling to you. Its holds the panic at bay, now you have to think what a normal person would do. Finally your mind kicks into gear and you remember.

"Yes Mrs. Green," you answer and you will your foot to take at step, the second is easier, with the third you are normal. "Yes Mrs. Green. Great day isn't it, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No Timmy. I just saw you working so hard in this heat and I thought you might like something cold to drink."

"Thank you Mrs. Green, I'd like that a lot, its awfully hot out here." You have covered the whole distance and are now next to her lounge chair. Beads of sweat cover her breasts. Unconsciously you pick one out and stare at it as it moves down her breasts and disappears into her her cleavage. It's so obvious its pathetic, but her reply brings you back to reality again.

"My pleasure darling. I have some cold iced tea inside." She stand up and her breasts jut out towards you. "You just wait right there and I'll be right back." She touches you nose with her index finger, leaning forward to do so causes her breasts to push up against the top of your abdominal and the bottom of your chest. Reality has slipped away again. She turns and walks towards the patio door, her ass moves from side to side as she walks. You're in a daydream. You don't even notice she's gone. The next images are her walking back towards you with a tall glass. Her breasts are huge round globes sitting high and firm on her chest. All 8 of her abdominals are plainly visible, a testament to her physical fitness and the wonder of her gravity defy globes.

She hands you the glass, you down half of it in one gulp. Its down your throat before your realize it.

Long Island Iced Tea