Head to the backyard.

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“Huh, Oh hi Tyler. Yeah, well I just didn’t feel like going and wanted to get some melons pulled from the patch before they go bad.” You comment to the little boy, using ever ounce of your restraint to act nonchalant while the material of your blouse tortures your nipples by rubbing against them as you move.
“Huh, Oh hi Tyler. Yeah, well I just didn’t feel like going and wanted to get some melons pulled from the patch before they go bad.” You comment to the little boy, using ever ounce of your restraint to act nonchalant while the material of your blouse tortures your nipples by rubbing against them as you move.
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To your delight Tyler looks right at your tits when you mention the word melon before looking back towards the patch where you’re selecting the melons you want to pull. “Yeah they look ripe Miss Stacy.., really ripe.” He comments as his complexion turns a shade redder.  I got a set of ripe ones for you little man.
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To your delight Tyler looks right at your tits when you mention the word melon before looking back towards the patch where you’re selecting the melons you want to pull. “Yeah they look ripe Miss Stacy.., really ripe.” He comments as his complexion turns a shade redder.  ''I got a set of ripe ones for you little man.''
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You lean down and pop a few from there vines and walk them over to where Tyler is leaning over the fence. Holding the fruit right in front of you chest you ask him, “So what do you think Tyler, do I know how to grow them or what?” The little 8 year old stare at the fruit but his eyes are pulled to the cleavage behind them and you can see his jeans start to tent.
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You lean down and pop a few from there vines and walk them over to where Tyler is leaning over the fence. Holding the fruit right in front of you chest you ask him, “So what do you think Tyler, do I know how to grow them or what?” The little 8 year old stares at the fruit but his eyes are pulled to the cleavage behind them and you can see his jeans start to tent.
“Yeah Miss Stacy, your melons are way bigger then my mom’s…” Just as the words leave his lips his eyes dart upwards and his face reddens considerably, it obvious he has a full understanding of the double meaning of his words. “Umm I mean, yours are the best in town.” He corrects himself, offering you a compliment in more ways then one.
“Yeah Miss Stacy, your melons are way bigger then my mom’s…” Just as the words leave his lips his eyes dart upwards and his face reddens considerably, it obvious he has a full understanding of the double meaning of his words. “Umm I mean, yours are the best in town.” He corrects himself, offering you a compliment in more ways then one.

Revision as of 18:13, 24 June 2011

You head to the side yard of your house and slip between two bushes. Quickly you completely open your blouse and tie the bottom sides of your blouse together under your breasts, having the double effect of showing off your trim belly and exaggerating the cleavage created by your huge tits, leaving them barely covered. Then you pop the button on the waist of you jean, giving them a gentle tug down word, allowing a hint of the waistband of your skimpy panties to show before making your way to your garden in the backyard.

As predicted Tyler is back in his backyard, watering the flowerbed for his mother when you make it behind your house. Pretending that you’re not paying attention to him you can see him do a double-take and stare at your body before walking over to the fence. “Hey Miss Stacy, thought you were going on vacation.” He asks innocently, draping himself over the fence and propping his foot up on a rung.

“Huh, Oh hi Tyler. Yeah, well I just didn’t feel like going and wanted to get some melons pulled from the patch before they go bad.” You comment to the little boy, using ever ounce of your restraint to act nonchalant while the material of your blouse tortures your nipples by rubbing against them as you move.

To your delight Tyler looks right at your tits when you mention the word melon before looking back towards the patch where you’re selecting the melons you want to pull. “Yeah they look ripe Miss Stacy.., really ripe.” He comments as his complexion turns a shade redder. I got a set of ripe ones for you little man.

You lean down and pop a few from there vines and walk them over to where Tyler is leaning over the fence. Holding the fruit right in front of you chest you ask him, “So what do you think Tyler, do I know how to grow them or what?” The little 8 year old stares at the fruit but his eyes are pulled to the cleavage behind them and you can see his jeans start to tent.

“Yeah Miss Stacy, your melons are way bigger then my mom’s…” Just as the words leave his lips his eyes dart upwards and his face reddens considerably, it obvious he has a full understanding of the double meaning of his words. “Umm I mean, yours are the best in town.” He corrects himself, offering you a compliment in more ways then one.

You have to stifle a giggle at the boy’s stammering. Do you invite him over to your house to Try some of your sweet melon.

Or do you Show him right here just how big you can grow them.

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