Yes

Besides the obvious benefit of saying yes so that I could spend more time close to Doe, my stomach also likes the idea of breaking for lunch so I say yes.

We head for inside her house, Doe walking in front of me, my eyes on her ass. Inside she offers me a seat at her dining table and gets me a large, cool drink, of which half I drink straight away, I must have been thirstier than I realised obviously.

‘You boys, always too proud to admit you would’ve liked a drink, but look at you go hey?’ Doe smiles, watching me go sheepish as she sees me realise she’s right. ‘I feel a bit sticky from the weeding so I’m going to go freshen up before I prepare the food for us, ok? Here’s the remote, I wont be long.’

‘Hey, no problem Doe, cold drink and TV, I’ll be good to go for a while.’ I answer.

‘Ok then.’ She says, making her way to the bathroom, her hands going up the back of her shirt just as she rounds the corner, most likely to unclasp her heavy-duty brassiere.

In just a few more moments, I think to myself, those massive jugs will be out free, I feel jealous of the soap. The soap! I’d forgotten about that. I have to try and get to that cum-filled tissue before she does. Maybe she wont see it until she empties her pockets for laundry, but maybe she does it as soon as she puts clothes into the wash basket, which might only give me till the end of her shower to act.

Could I sneak into the bathroom while she showers and grab the tissue from the pocket? It sounds pretty risky and she could even call the cops if she caught me. I could wait for a while and try to intercept her washing basket sometime a little later….but she might have found it by then.

I get up from the chair and pace a little, wondering what to do, I keep an ear out for the sound of shower water running but so far haven’t heard anything.