I snickered and moved over to her. "Here, let me," I offered, holding my hands out.
She handed me the basket, reaching up and pressing her lips against my cheek. "Thank you," she whispered. Her seductive voice travelled straight to my c**k. I groaned, tightening my hold on the basket until it cracked.
She moved back, giggling. "Are you ok?" She asked so innocently.
I nodded, keeping my lips in a tight line.
"Where's the laundry room?" I questioned as she unlocked the door before pulling it open.
"The kitchen on the first floor. It's the only door in the kitchen that doesn't lead outside." She replied, walking close beside me as we made our way to the stairs. "I'll show you," she smiled up at me.
I shook my head, "no, no... I'll meet you at your dad's office. I'll take it." I babbled
