"You guys need any help?" Chris called into the moving truck, the basketball tucked under his arm as he stood peering at the skimpy dress the gorgeous woman was wearing. He was thirteen and very athletic, his toned young muscles gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat worked up from the game they'd been playing most of the morning. He was late in getting his growth spurt, and was actually still an inch or so shorter than he woman he was eyeballing. He ran a hand over his mop of curly blond hair, his blue eyes twinkling excitedly at the thought of possibly getting a peek down (or up) this hot milf's dress.