You dive inside without thinking, tumbling along the carpet as the door closes behind you. You look up and see Lydia walking into the living room, wearing a pair of what might once have been black jeans, but were now cut-offs, revealing a fair inch or two of her ass with each step, and a black tank top. You can't help but be a little distracted until she stops and sits on the couch, breaking sight between you and the butt that had unintentionally tormented you several times over, a month ago. You never held it against Lydia, since she never honestly meant to do it.
But now wasn't the time to reminisce. You shake yourself out of the memory, and start the journey across her carpet to the couch, glad it wasn't very thick. You'd had to deal with shag before, and you'd gotten lost in it on more than one occasion. You reach the couch pretty quickly, moving around to the front. You get between the couch and the coffee table, staring up. You see Lydia relaxing, but with her bare feet on the ground. You guess you could try to climb her. Or maybe climb the couch, or the coffee table and try to get her attention. You're not sure...
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