"How about the park?" She answers. "It's kind of private." We drive in silence until we get to the park. Jasmine throws open her door and runs to the swings, in the nearly deserted play area.
"Aunt Cyn was pretty mellowed out when she got home last night." Jasmine says, smiling at me, as I walk behind the swing she's sitting on and give her a gentle push.
"I know." I answer, as my hands push against her ass cheeks. "I drove her home."
"Oh." She says, probably wondering about the logistics, but she just keeps swinging. I watch as her top rides up and her thong is visible above the low waist of her jeans.
"I told her that I overheard her conversation with my mom." She says, as I continue to push her higher. She looks around to make sure we're still alone. "I told her I'd be the third per
