By the time Trenton made it home on Saturday afternoon, I had repaired a closet door, installed a new showerhead in one of the bathrooms, and was trying to figure out what was wrong with the dryer. Trenton was currently drying his clothes on a length of rope behind the house.
“I’m home. Where are you?” he called out when he arrived.
“In the laundry room,” I responded from behind the machine. I heard footsteps and got to my feet just as a handful of happy, horny male filled my arms and placed kisses all over my face.
“Hey, now, I’m sweaty,” I tried to warn him.
“Don’t care.” He groped my crotch then dragged me over to the washing machine and ordered me to bend over and assume the position.
I turned my head in shock, even as I did as I was told. “What, you want to f**k me now? How about
