RobertI didn’t mean to look. It just happened. I’d pulled up to the Jones’s driveway, Porsche humming quietly. Bending down to pick up something from the passenger side, I hadn’t thought twice. But looking up, suddenly Mandy was there, in those short as shit shorts and too-tight tee.Shit. Mandy. Mandy, my buddy’s daughter, for crying out loud.When she was a kid, it was fun and games. I’d take the little girl to play tennis, we’d go swimming in the pool together, do all sorts of favorite-uncle type stuff.But then Mandy grew up. Last time I saw her had been her high school graduation, and it’d been awkward. Awkward in a touchy-feely yet fucking awesome kind of way. Because I’d shown up at the Jones’s house, graduation gift in hand, and the girl who opened the door was no longer Mandy Candy or Mandy Pandy. She was Mandy the Mancatcher. I could hardly breathe, chest going tight, cock suddenly aching.“Hi Mr. Parker, is that for me?” she smiled sweetly, reaching for the box. Frozen, I
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