Rose's mother stared at her, and shook her head. "If you're going to have that kind of attitude I'll just take it back inside with me shall I?" she moaned at the pair of them.
"No, wait, she didn't mean it!" Mike called, removing one hand from his cock to try and slow his mothers exit. "Did you Rose?"
Rose suddenly realised that Mother meant it, and changed her tone. "Yes, sorry, we'd love the towel, thank you."
Mother shook her head again, staring at the two of them, before hooking the towel onto the washing line. "Well the towel is there, but I assure you, you're not coming inside until you are completely dry. Maybe you'll learn not to throw food all around the kitchen."
With those words their mother turned and stormed off, vanishing back into the house, leaving Mike and Rose to stare at the towel hanging on the washing line, both of them trying to work out who would be able to grab it first.
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