Cool Blogger: CUM GIRLS called down, "I've got to push these all back further to shut the door. I'm going to jump up onto the ledge so I can reach them. Hold the ladder tightly, all right?"
"Sure, Mrs. B. I will." His voice was trembling. He stepped around behind me and held on.
I gave a little jump and caught my elbows on the ledge of the opening, then bent forward and pushed all of the boxes into position. I kept kicking my legs around as I tried to gain some leverage on the packages. I could only guess at what kind of show he was seeing from down there. My arms were getting weak. Finally I was through. I started to let myself down.
"Oh, dear. Jamie, grab my legs and guide me back onto the ladder, please, Hon?" I called down. I felt his hot hands grasp my ankles as I slowly lowered myself down onto the ladder again. "Don't let go until I say, all right?" His grip tightened as he pulled my legs toward the ladder. I resisted him a little bit, just to make him work for his pleasures. Firmly, he guided my feet back to the ladder. As they touched, I looked down. He was staring straight up under my skirt, his eyes wide, his face moist. "Are you enjoying yourself, looking up my skirt like that?" I asked. Quickly he looked away and dropped his hands to his sides. "It's all right, Jamie. I completely understand. I'd be looking too, if I were you. I'm not angry at all, Hon. Just relax and help me down the ladder. Hold onto my legs until I'm down to a safer height." He brought his hands onto my ankles again. I took a step down. He pushed my foot onto the next step. "You can move your hands up higher, Jamie." There was a pause, then I felt them slide tentatively up my calves. I stepped down another rung. "Move them higher, Jamie."
