Reagan, your neighbor's hot wife

If anything, I think Reagan would be someone that I'd like to fuck, and so does everyone in the block, really. Why wouldn't anyone, really? The Allisons had a picture perfect lawn with sprinklers going off and a brand new car, and on the patio watering her flowers was Regan Allison, the drop dead gorgeous wife of John Allison.

Half the age of John, Mr. Allison, Mrs. Allison was half the age of her husband and a perfect redhead, with an hourglass figure that was very much apparent even in the loosest of the t-shirts. Mom was definitely considered averagely attractive, but she looked like she won a few beauty pageants, and I definitely think that Mr. Allison somehow got her as a trophy wife.

I leave the house and wave at her to get her attention. She waves back, politely, and I press the button to turn her into a suit. I cross the yard quickly, not even minding getting wet from the sprinklers as I take the suit from the patio. I'm now drenched, but I decide that it doesn't matter: I have in my hand a way to turn my friend into the hottest neighbor in all of America and I am going to need some convincing.