Ronda Red

“To hell with the neighbors,” she said as she looked back outside, “most of them are at work already, and those that aren’t can’t see anything over the privacy fence,” she said. “Now come on damn it,” she hissed again as she opened the sliding door, running out onto the cold wooden deck as she dragged me behind her.
“Now,” she demanded as she pulled her panties down over her ankles, stepping out of them before she bent down over the edge of the railing, widening her stance.