Your old toys.

Marisa reached into the box and exclaimed, "Aww, Mike! It's so cute!"

The redhead pulled a worn and battered teddy bear out of the box. She clutched the bear to her chest, its face pressed into her cleavage. I would have done anything at that moment to trade places with the bear.

Jessie smirked. "Did liddle Mikey hava teddy," she teased in baby talk. It was incredibly cute.

"Until I was about 6," I chuckled.

Marisa snuggled against the bear's head. "What's his name?" she asked.

When I was little I never thought I would be in a room with two hot girls who were teasing and fawning over my stuffed bear. If I had, I would probably have named him something different.

"Beary Fluffybottom," I admitted.

The girls erupted in laughter, with Jessie getting tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. "Oh... Mike," she panted. "That is... just too much!"

Marisa smiled. "Oh, you don't have much room to talk! What about Senor Bouncy?"
Marisa looked at me. "She had this little fluffy stuffed bunny. She even made him a little sombrero!" she laughed.

"Senor Bouncy was awesome!" retorted a surprisingly embarrassed Jessie, giving Marisa a playful shove. She started digging in the box again to change the topic, wondering out loud, "let's see what other treasures are in here."

There were quite a few old toys in the box, including Micro Machines, Hot Wheels, Nerf dart guns, a Super Soaker, a Stretch Armstrong, and a bunch of Ninja Turtles with accessories. It was kind of fun going through them with the girls, and they talked about their favorite toys from growing up, like Cherry Merry Muffin, Jem, and Pound Puppies.

When we were done with the box, we set aside most of the toys for Goodwill. Marisa put Beary on top of a box to watch us while we worked and we went back to the other boxes.

After a few more hours of work, I stopped to take a quick break. I turned around and leaned back against some of the boxes. I was really hot; my shirt was soaked with sweat and clinging. Even my underwear was starting to stick to me.

Marisa was to my left, keeling over a box of old dishware my Mom had inherited from her aunt. She was making a pile of a few bowls that she wanted to keep and was boxing the rest to put into storage. It looked like the heat was getting to her, too. A few wisps of hair had come out of her ponytail and were plastered to the back of her neck. The heat and humidity had made her beautiful red hair more curly and kinky than usual.

As my eyes roamed over Mari's body, I could see a dark trail of sweat going down the back of her shirt. From where I was sitting, I had a great view of her upraised ass. Her shorts had slipped down again, not only revealing her green panties again, but also the cleft of her cute butt crack. Marisa's large round buttocks were peeking over the edge of her panties like the morning sunrise over the horizon. I could feel myself 'rising to attention' in response.

I managed to tear my eyes away from Marisa's ass to check out what Jessica was up to. She had been working on the other side of the room earlier, going through a bunch of old papers and tossing a lot of them out. I looked over and she wasn't there; she must have stepped out for a moment.

I turned my head and stole another glance at Marisa's glorious ass.