A key from the past

Out of the dark recedes of near forgotten childhood memories an idea strikes me.

When I was 9 my dad build me a tree house in a great pine growing between our house and the one behind where mu childhood friend Lisa lived before her family moved out.

I spent hours playing in it and mom gave me a key to hide in it so i wont get locked out if she had to leave in a hurry while I played.

"Mum i think my key in the tree house might be still there." I told her joyfully

"Good thinking, it's worth a try go check it out." She replied

When i got to the tree i began to regret that idea , wearing nothing but a white t-shirt was not the ideal attire to climb a ladder on a tree. With years of disuse the rungs of the ladder were covered of moss and streaks of spa from the nail holes.

I came to two realisations , one during the climb my entire bottom, ass and pussy will be exposed , two when i get on top my only piece of clothing will be smeared dirty or worse ruined. Only one thing could make it worse...

"Laurie, you'll ruin your t-shirt climbing that dirty old thing you should remove it and give it to me." Said mom apparently having the same thoughts.