w0ndergirl4
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As soon as Mandy stepped off of the school bus, she kicked off her shoes and picked them up, carrying them as she walked barefoot down the sunny sidewalk toward her house. She loved being barefoot, especially when the concrete was warm on her feet. She glanced up and noticed her neighbor, Mr. Fenton watching her, and she smiled and waved in response, before returning her attention to her house. She could still feel the middle-aged man's eyes on her, but it didn't really bother her. It wouldn't really be fair to blame him considering how short her blue jean skirt was, and how long her legs were. And besides, she liked knowing that men found her attractive, especially older men.
Before she stepped on to her porch, Mandy deliberately dropped one of her shoes so that she could bend over and pick it up, her back to Mr. Fenton. She giggled to herself at the thought of him staring at her legs and ass as she bent over. She moved slowly, drawing the moment out as long as she could without it being obvious what she was doing. Then she quickly snatched up the shoe and bounced up the steps to her front door.
Mandy closed the door behind her and dropped her back pack by the door, along with her shoes. Still barefoot, she made her way upstairs to her bedroom and grabbed her cell phone from on top of her dresser. Her parents refused to let her take it to school with her, so checking her messages was usually her first priority after getting home. As she clicked the button to display her text messages, Mandy flopped down on her bed, her back to the open door.
She saw that she had one text from her best friend, Sylvie, and three from Mr. Holder, one of her dad's business partners. He had been texting Mandy ever since she'd babysat his kids for him a few weeks before. Mandy had given him a handjob in his car on the way home from his house and now he wanted more. She laughed to herself as she read the messages, asking if she could babysit again, and telling her that he wanted her. He was positively desperate to see her again.
Mandy was just about to text a response to him, something completely naughty, when she heard a noise behind her. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder at the doorway, seeing her father standing there. "Hey, daddy. I didn't know you were home."
As soon as Mandy stepped off of the school bus, she kicked off her shoes and picked them up, carrying them as she walked barefoot down the sunny sidewalk toward her house. She loved being barefoot, especially when the concrete was warm on her feet. She glanced up and noticed her neighbor, Mr. Fenton watching her, and she smiled and waved in response, before returning her attention to her house. She could still feel the middle-aged man's eyes on her, but it didn't really bother her. It wouldn't really be fair to blame him considering how short her blue jean skirt was, and how long her legs were. And besides, she liked knowing that men found her attractive, especially older men.
Before she stepped on to her porch, Mandy deliberately dropped one of her shoes so that she could bend over and pick it up, her back to Mr. Fenton. She giggled to herself at the thought of him staring at her legs and ass as she bent over. She moved slowly, drawing the moment out as long as she could without it being obvious what she was doing. Then she quickly snatched up the shoe and bounced up the steps to her front door.
Mandy closed the door behind her and dropped her back pack by the door, along with her shoes. Still barefoot, she made her way upstairs to her bedroom and grabbed her cell phone from on top of her dresser. Her parents refused to let her take it to school with her, so checking her messages was usually her first priority after getting home. As she clicked the button to display her text messages, Mandy flopped down on her bed, her back to the open door.
She saw that she had one text from her best friend, Sylvie, and three from Mr. Holder, one of her dad's business partners. He had been texting Mandy ever since she'd babysat his kids for him a few weeks before. Mandy had given him a handjob in his car on the way home from his house and now he wanted more. She laughed to herself as she read the messages, asking if she could babysit again, and telling her that he wanted her. He was positively desperate to see her again.
Mandy was just about to text a response to him, something completely naughty, when she heard a noise behind her. She turned her head to glance over her shoulder at the doorway, seeing her father standing there. "Hey, daddy. I didn't know you were home."
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