Teasing Uncle Carl

For the rest of the day and week, I could think of nothing else. Every time I closed my eyes I say Carrie's long legs or bare breasts or skimpy panties. During the next week, when I saw her fully dressed, part of me was picturing her in the skimpy undershirt or less.

I kept thinking about Friday, wondering if this Friday morning would be like last week with Carrie running around in that skimpy undershirt. Thursday night I couldn't sleep thinking about it. I spent the night with visions of Carrie's partially exposed breasts peeking out of that shirt.