Amanda's plan wasn't working like she expected. Because I f*****g knew the wine hadn't gone to her head and she knew exactly what she was doing. As I helped her stagger inside, she decided to up the ante and make things a little more attractive. She slapped her right ass cheek and spoke out, "Damn mosquitos!" Her hand raised the hem of her skirt, high enough to show half of her beautiful butt, "One just tried to get under my dress."
Once again, the sweetness of her snicker rested on my ears, "Know what? It had to be a boy mosquito. Yep, yep; had to be because it tried to get in my panties."
I couldn't resist a chuckle of my own, "You do know you're crazy, right? But I couldn't blame him for trying."
I watched, appreciatively, as she stumbled to her room, mumbling to myself, "Lucky, f***
