”“It’s that obvious?”“Yes. Before you start, who’s watching William? You didn’t leave him at the house like last time.”“He’s with ...my parents in Madison. Mom came down to get him yesterday.”“I suppose there are worse places than Wisconsin, but continue.”“Flatlander!”“Cheesehead! You know why they have artificial turf at all the football stadia in Wisconsin, right?”“So the cheerleaders won’t graze!” she giggled. “Stadia?”“The correct plural for the Latin ‘stadium’, which is one. No surprise a. I also asked her why they did not stay at the bar at the golf course and she said they were asked to leave because some of her coworkers were getting out of hand and one woman actually gave a guy a hand job at the bar.When we got home I helped her up to bed and got her undressed. When I took her shorts off I could see her panties were soaking wet and she was out cold. I went down stairs and could not stop thinking what I saw and how wet she was I could not help stroking my cock thinking about. ''I think I'll manage ya cheeky minx.' I told her as I started to shuffle through my music. I decided to go for my 'happy' play list since I was in a good mood.Sophie came down a few minutes later having changed out of her school uniform. She was now wearing a pink tank top with thin shoulder straps. It was very tight on her, noticeably around the waist and it revealed the shape of her slim, flat belly. Her little boobs were just small points pushing loosely into the cotton of her top, not. I tried to snap out of it, remembering I wasn't the kind to do such acts. So I tried to stop myself but when I looked at the monitor, I could see him stroking his growing cock and balls from his pants. I was done for.He probably knew his effect on me, or maybe sensed what I was truly going through, because I remember my face getting hotter from this unexpected visual he was giving me. He started to tease and undress slowly for me, prolonging my agony, curiosity, and desire. "Do you want me to.