Late afternoon

Brooke went into the car, and grabbed her phone. Thomas never removing his eyes from her tight, round ass as she leaned into the car.

She turns around as she looks at the time, "It's 5:00pm" she says.

"That's all the later it is? I still have a couple of hours to kill then" he says, seemingly hinting.

Brooke replies "We should be making dinner, you're welcome to stay" to which he quickly, happily accepts.

I walk back to the car, and unload our small, portable propane grill, and the cooler I packed with our food, and some beer. I quickly set up the grill, and open the cooler.