Imagine having to pay for this sort of shit, Ted thought, as he kicked the car door shut and walked up the path to the front door. But that was the price one paid for being divorced; he had to pay someone for a simple task like mending his clothes.

But when the door opened, Ted immediately wished he'd started coming here years ago. Standing before him was a simply gorgeous girl in her late teens, dressed in a red jersey and – Ted's cock stiffened – a flower-print bikini bottom, revealing a pair of long tanned legs and stretching across her luscious ass.

"Can I help you?" the girl asked.

Ted was too busy staring to answer right away. She had long straight black hair that hung well past her shoulders and a pair of blue eyes that were nearly as big and pretty as his daughter's. A homecoming princess, Ted thought, and he suppressed the violent urge to rip off her bikini bottom, throw her onto the floor and ram his cock up her pretty teenage cunt.

"Mister?"

"Uh… yeah, yes you can," Ted stammered. "My name's Ted Perrine. I'm here to pick up some sewing from Mrs. Benson. Is she here?"

The girl smiled and gestured him inside.

"No, but I'm her daughter. Wait a second and I'll get you the clothes."

She left Ted in the front room and sashayed down the hall, making his hard-on throb and ache as he watched her heart-shaped ass wiggle under the bikini. A second later she was back with a loose bundle of freshly mended suit coats and slacks.

"That's four dollars and fifty cents. I hope you've got some change. I don't have any."

"That's okay." Ted handed her a five-dollar bill and grinned broadly. "You can keep it. What's your name?"

"Toni," the girl replied, and smiled back at him. There was something more than mere politeness in her expression now, and Ted hoped it meant that she was attracted to him.

"Well, you're a very pretty girl, Toni," he said. "It's hard to believe… well, that your Mrs. Benson's daughter, you're so attractive."