Thankfully, there weren’t many repairs to be done: Some trim needed replacing, the back door knob was loose, the door sticking against the frame, and the gutters needed cleaning out. Simple things, really. But Brandon was glad to help her out, although he would have loved seeing her up on the ladder instead of him, her ass at eye level. He shifted his growing c**k in his sweatpants and counted down from ten, hoping his b***r would disappear before Mrs. Carter saw it. He needed to save the fantasies for when he wasn’t so close to the object of those dreams.
As he finished replacing some trim around the hallway doorframe, he heard Mrs. Carter walking up behind him. “Care for some lemonade?” she asked.
He turned, noticing the tall, thin glass of lemonade in her hand where she held it even
