White t-shirt!! White t-shirt!!!

Tradition beckons as you reach into her closet and pull out a white t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts with frayed legs. They are faded, old, and nearly transparent in some places.

You throw them to her and she looks at you in disbelief. "John, you can't be serious." You smile at her, lean in, and give her a quick kiss on the lips.

"Of course I'm serious." She shakes her head, but you notice her lips twitch into a smile for a moment. She slides the t-shirt on, and stands up to put on her shorts. You watch her long, well-toned legs glide into the fabric and as she buttons them up, she looks at you.

"Get a good look?" she asks. You smile and nod, patting her ass as she begins to leave. She stops in the kitchen to get the tub and the sponge, as well as some laundry detergent. You make your way outside, watching her round, tight ass wave as she strides to the hose. It's already getting a bit warm outside; thankfully, you're both out here early.

"I'm glad you have some practical reasons for me doing this, you horny fuck," she says, grinning. She kisses you to let you know she's joking, not saying anything as your hands cup her ass.

"Me, too." Jessica leans over the tub, carefully filling it with water and soap. She drops the sponge in and turns the hose on the car, rinsing it before washing. As a few stray drops hit her shirt, you can already see her flesh beneath through the white fabric.