“Yup” replied Bert, “I’m good to go too”, sitting at the dining table Jo supervised the final formalities then we followed Burt out to his truck. D” they both chimed as I thought to myself I wish my surname didn’t start with ‘D’ and without thinking, I turned my head in their direction as I heard a frustrated “damn” from Abby….She had stretched her hands up to grab the rails, barely able to reach as they were much higher than the bottom step, as I watched like a deer caught in the headlights, she managed to get a grip and then proceed to swing the leg up to the step and only just reaching but obviously would be unable to haul herself up…automatically I said “now, now young lady, there’s no need to be cussing” as my eyes focussed on her predicament…her leg closest to me pointing up…the hem of her skirt dragged up also…..I swore I could hear the denim of my jeans creaking as my cock went from 5 to 60 in 2 seconds down my jeans leg as my eyes drank in the finest bare ass a man could ever hope to see, as fine as it was, it came a poor second to the most divine shade of pink of her slightly parted slit dividing that plump downy
