"Gee, yes," she beamed, gathering up more dolls to take up the ladder. "I really like it here."

He continued chattering lightly with the pretty redhead as she scuffled up and down with the dolls.

"Here," laughed Martin a few minutes later. "Let me hand them up to you."

"You don't have to do that, Mr. Gage," she blushed. "Unpacking these dolls is my job."

"I know it is," he grinned, noticing the deep dimples on her cute, lightly-freckled face. "But let me give you a hand."

It was a few moments later when he was handing a doll up to her that his eyes focused on her smooth bare legs beneath her short skirt. He almost dropped a doll when he suddenly glimpsed the soft nest of fiery-red twat hairs that swirled around her naked slit. He could hardly believe that the pretty girl wasn't wearing any panties.

Nervously handing her the dolls, he couldn't keep his eyes off of that cute twat that was peeking down at him from between her legs. Staring up at her wet pink cuntlips, Martin was getting a horrendous erection. He'd awakened horny this morning, and then after being sexually rejected by his wife, the sight of this teenager's slit was enough to blow his mind.

When the top shelf had been filled with dolls, Gail came back down the ladder and from the way her small firm boobs jiggled in her dress, it was obvious to Martin that she wasn't wearing a bra either. The man perched himself on lop of a table while the girl opened another carton.

"These are the cutest darned dolls," she grinned, holding one up.

"Yes," agreed Martin. "They should sell very well."

Standing next to Martin, the pretty redhead's braless boobs were bouncing deliciously as she unpacked the dolls. The man could feel the blood rushing to his face as he stared at the bigness of the swollen nipples pressing out against the thin material of her dress. Trying to keep a grip on reality, his head was reeling and he was almost filled with panic as he ogled at those luscious tits that were only inches from his eyes.