My wife wanted me to drop off some old kid clothes off to a friend of hers before I went to the local bar to watch a ball game with my friends. I reluctantly agreed to take the bags to her friend whom I didn't know that well.
I arrived at the her friends house it took me a minute to remember what the hell her name was now I remember it was Kelli. I rang the doorbell and a petite brunette around the age of thirty four came to the door. "Hey I'm Carol's husband Rick and she asked me to bring these clothes by for your daughter." I explained
"Why thank you" she replied. "Could you be a sweetheart and carry them upstairs for me?"
"Sure" I said.
I carried the box upstairs to her daughters room I don't know if she was giving me a hint but she mentioned that her husband had taken the kids to the local mall to watch a movie. All the way up the stairs I was appreciative of her tight little ass in her jean shorts and the tank top made her thirty two c breasts look perky.
In her daughters room she had a small step up to get to the upper shelf in the closet she went to move some other boxes of clothes. She reached back for the box of clothes putting the heavy box on the shelf so she could go through it later. That is when all hell broke loose when the box was too heavy for the already overloaded shelf it began to come down. She quickly reached up to grab the shelf before everything could come down.
If she let go some of the things on the shelf and the clothes would be on the hard wood floor. I noticed that some of the stuff on the shelf was breakable so if she dropped it the stuff would be broken. "Can I get a little help here?" she asked "I don't see why not" I replied.