Top Blogs: TUG JOBS awoke on Saturday morning and grabbed a shower had a cup of coffee and began the cleanup. At about 12:30, there was a knock on the door and I answered to find Kerrie. She was soaked to the skin from the rain that had been soaking the area since early in the morning. I quickly led her in and took the denim jacket that had only served as a sponge. I told her that I was going to wring it out and hang it up to dry. Then I noticed that her muscle tee shirt was soaked as well and that she was obviously not wearing a bra. Those nipples of hers were at work again. They stood out proudly and drew my attention and held it there for a moment. When my gaze meandered back to her face, she was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Damn, I thought, busted again! I also told her that she should go home and get some dry clothing. In between giggles, she explained that she didn't have her key and her mom wasn't home. She then asked if she could use my robe and throw her wet clothing in my dryer. I wasn't happy about this turn of events, but how could I tell her no? She changed in my bathroom and handed me the clothing while she accepted the cup of coffee that I had prepared while she was changing. As I tossed her clothing into the dryer I knew that I was in deep trouble because she handed me a pair of shorts and her tee shirt. Nothing else. My robe wasn't wet where her panties should have been if she were wearing any. I'll leave it to the reader to draw the same conclusion that I had already arrived at. I adjusted the settings on the dryer and stayed there for a moment and tried to sort out the situation. However, Kerrie interrupted my reverie. She called out and asked me where I wanted her to start cleaning. I came out of the closet that I call the laundry room and as I rounded the corner to enter the kitchen, she was naked holding her coffee cup. My robe was carelessly laid over a chair to her left.
