The next morning, I wore a white T shirt without a bra. It was opaque and looked decent when Craig first saw me early in the morning, but during the day, I started sweating, and the wetness made the cloth almost sheer. I pretended not to notice how transparent my top became, and together with Craig, worked in the vegetable garden. At 10:30 am, I stood up and told him it was time to go back to the house and get cold lemonade.
His eyes were hypnotized by my dark n*****s that were seen with all their glory. As we walked toward the house, he was quiet, but his eyes said a lot. His organ was fully extended in his shorts and was ready to pounce. The thought of him wishing to devour me, yet not daring to make a move about it, made me horny. As we arrived home, I pulled the lemonade pitcher from
