You argue with me about the outfit I’m wearing while I go help your grandpa move furniture. I tell you not to worry and leave. When I come back a mess, I explain it away with a made-up story, even tricking you into eating the cum from my chest, until I start laughing and reveal that I fucked your grandpa. I mock you and tell you what really happened. I keep laughing at you while I strip and then tell you to leave because your grandpa is coming over.