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A few months ago, I was sitting in the living room talking to my husband and telling him that I would like to get some work done in the basement. We had semi-finished our basement a few years back installing a bar and pool table, but never did the entire thing. I wanted to clear out some boxes of old clothing and old paperwork that was down there and get rid of everything and maybe buy a couple new pieces of furniture for the basement, so that we could have parties and entertain guests down there. My husband was all for it but really didn't feel like doing the work and suggested that maybe I hire somebody to come help me out with getting rid of the old stuff. We didn't have a lot of money to spend so he suggested a younger college kid that lived down the block. It sounded like a pretty good idea and I'm almost positive that he could've used a few extra bucks. I told my husband that I would look out for him in the next few days and ask him if he was interested in helping me out.

A couple days went by, when I was outside doing some errands around the house when I saw my younger neighbor walking by. I waved him over and he came to talk to me. He greeted me politely and we began to chat, as I asked him how his day was going and how his summer off of school was going. He told me that so far his first year of college was going pretty smoothly. Nothing too eventful in his life had gone on. We chatted for a few minutes about college life before I asked him if he was interested in making a few bucks. As we chatted I can notice him stealing glances at my cleavage every now and then. He asked me what I ...

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