Sunday Fling: A Tale of Forbidden Desire and Unforgettable Passion it was a sunny Sunday morning and Carrie was out in the backyard tanning with a book in hand and iPod in her ear. the day was scorching hot outside as the sun started to rise to the peak of the sky and the rays were beating down creating drops of sweat across her perky breasts. she quickly turned over and undid her bikini top to avoid any tan lines and proceeded to bask in the freedom of summer! little did she realize i had snuck in the house with my spare key and was watching her from the basement window. as she flipped over i could see her string bikini bottoms pushing hard against her labia making a deep impression on the fabric. i almost passed out from the sight and could only imagine the fragrance her pussy would permeate. the thermometer was hitting the mid 30s and i knew she had dozed off and was probably baking for a good hour or two. i proceeded to hide in the broom closet as i left her a little surprise on the counter that she would find when she entered the house. as i heard the door unlock, she came in and i could see through the crack that she had a fairly deep burn. her back and bum area were scarlet as she had spent went from medium rare to well-done. she looked in a fair amount of pain as she shuffled through the foyer toward her bedroom. she laid her eyes on the table and saw that there was her favourite peach ice fizzy in the kitchen. her eyes lit up in relief as she picked up the ice cold beverage and ran it down her legs and between her thighs. she moaned in satisfaction as the heat between her legs won the battle against the hard ice. i let out a soft groan, almost too loud as i thought she would hear me, but she was in her own world trying to cool off. …but everything was about to change
