At that moment, Jody was just finishing up work on a clogged fuel line on one of the cars in the garage. Unlike Keri, she'd learned quite a bit about cars from her father and brothers, and liked to think she knew as much as they did.

Mark was walking through on his way to his car when he saw her form bent over the front of the engine. He stopped and then swerved over to her, his eyes ravishing her round little ass while he approached.

Since she was staying home today, just screwing around, she was dressed comfortably in short shorts and a tank top cut off below the chest. The pants were getting to be too tight, Mark noted as he saw her white ass cheeks pushing out the sides.

He walked up right behind her, staring into the little crotch and imagined he saw some loose pussy hair peeking out.

"What'cha doin'?" he asked.

"What's it look like I'm doin'?" she called over her shoulder.

"Why don't you leave stuff like that to us. You girls should just worry about cooking and cleaning and keeping yourself pretty."

She rose up and turned to stare at him balefully. She didn't say anything, then turned back to the engine.

Mark grinned down at her. "No husband is gonna care about you fixing his car, shrimp. He's only gonna care about you keeping house and being good in bed."

"Up yours!" she called back.

"It's the God's honest truth," he taunted. "You want to hook a man, it ain't your repair work that's gonna do it, it's this!" He goosed her, and she yelped, jumping backwards.

"Fuck off!" she cursed.

"Touchie, touchie," he snickered.