Go home and take a shower

Mrs. Cleft stares at you, open mouthed and red faced, as you walk past her towards your front door. Just before you reach out to turn the knob you turn around, look at the older mother of two, and stick your tongue out at her. Mrs. Cleft's eyes seem to bug out of her pretty face. You giggle and head inside your house.

According to the clock on your wall it's not even 10:00 AM and you've already managed to have a whole lot of fun with your neighbors. If the rest of your day is this eventful you might need a week of bed rest just to recover.

Right now, though, you need to get cleaned up. You bounce upstairs to your bedroom and strip off your pyjamas. You admire the curves of your naked body in the mirror hanging over your dresser before heading into the bathroom.

The warm water of the shower soothes your skin and relaxes your muscles. You clean your hair first, rinsing once, shampooing, rinsing, applying conditioner, and then rinsing again. You squirt some peach-scented body lotion into your hand and work it into a lather on the soft mounds of your breasts. The contact is enough to arouse your pink nipples into little pencil erasers despite the steam building in the shower stall. You resist the urge to pull and pinch them and let the water wash away the lather.

You lather up between your legs and down the crack of your ass next. The urge to thrust fingers in and play with yourself is almost overwhelming after sucking Mr. Wood's cock, but you fight temptation just this once. After all, why waist time playing with yourself when there is a whole world of other people to play with?

You're just finishing rinsing down your body with the removable showerhead that has given you so many hours of happiness when you hear the distinct chirp of the cordless phone. You quickly shut off the shower and wrap yourself in a towel, but you're still to slow to catch it before the machine picks up. As you're dashing into the kitchen you hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line leaving a message.

"Hello, Roseanne," the woman addresses your mother, "this is Sara Cleft from next door. I was just doing some yard work and I saw something very disturbing. If you could-"

You instinctively reach out and answer the phone.

"This is Roseanne," you answer, mustering your best impression of your mother's voice.

"Oh, hello," Mrs. Cleft says, "I didn't think you were home."

"What can I do for you, Mrs-," you catch yourself, "Sara?"

"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you know Mr. Wood across the way? Well, I just saw your daughter with him in his garage and in plain view of the street she...well...there's no polite way to put this, Roseanne."

"Go ahead," you encourage her.

"She was performing oral copulation on him!" She blurts.

"Oh dear," you say, pretending to sound concerned. "Well that is terrible."

"Yes, I don't know if your daughter is aware of the birds and the bees, but doing that sort of thing in public is very inappropriate."

You're surprised Mrs. Cleft is buying your impression of your mother, but the fact that she does sparks a devious idea in your naughty little head. It's almost too bold to even attempt...