It's Layla

Layla makes her way up the path, waving as she gets closer. “Morning!”

“Morning…” Ethan replies, his eyes wandering. Her tits are impossible not to look at, the bouncing wobble of them mesmerizing. {if Peeped =True}Flashes of their true glory **** him, the memory from the other night still fresh. {endif}{if Layla's Secret =true}Ethan wonders what else might be bouncing as she closes in, but he quickly pushes the thought down.{endif}

Stopping in front of him, she beams a smile. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“N-No,” Ethan stands up, forcing himself to make eye contact{if Peeped =True} without thinking about the other night{endif}. “I was just taking a break from some yard work.”

The blonde woman looks around. “Oh…” she frowns slightly, then turns her gaze back to Ethan. “Well, that sounds like a big job.

“Did you come for your pan?” Ethan offers, trying to figure out why she’s here.

Nodding, her frown turns into a smile. "I did! Did you enjoy the pie?"

“I did. I was amazing.” Ethan turns towards the house. “One moment.”

Ethan’s in and out quickly, returning with and offering over the empty pan.

“Oh my,” Layla inspects it, smiling. “You licked it clean. You must really like pie.”

{if Layla's Secret =true}Ethan clears his throat, nearly **** on nothing. He loves pie. Both kinds.{elseif} Ethan shifts awkwardly. Did she… She had to realize.{endif}

“Yeah…” Ethan tries to ignore it.

“Ethan,” Layla looks around, frowning again at what she must have measured as shoddy work. “Would you like some help with,” she waves her hand around, “all this?”

“No, no, no. I’ve got it,” Ethan lied. “I’ve got nothing else to do, and I’m sure you’re busy with…” Ethan pauses, {if Peeped = True}knowing what she REALLY ‘does’.{endif}{if Layla's Secret =true}An image of her cock flashes in his head, causing him to wince.{endif} “Uh, stuff…”

Layla lets out a strong belly-rooted laugh. “Oh heavens no!” She shakes her head. “I didn't mean I’d help you! My thumb is about as green as an orange. I simply know somebody who does this sort of work. She does my outdoor maintenance, and I’m sure she could help with this…” Layla swats the air, casting a glance at the half-mowed lawn.

“I don’t think I can afford that-”

“Nonsense,” Layla cuts him off, her tone far from sharp but strong. “I will cover it. Consider it a proper housewarming gift. Pies are nice and all, but you deserve something a bit more tangible.”

“Okay…” Ethan shifts in place. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. I shall make the call. I doubt she’ll be around for a few days. She’s quite busy, but…” Layla smiles and winks. “I’ll see if I can grease the wheels.”

Before Ethan can thank her again, the tall woman turns and walks away, leaving him with his half-done work.