Recommend Blogs: CUM GIRLS were at home with the baby while my wife took our two older kids on an errand. We were divvying up a variety of errands (she washed the kids clothes, I cleaned the rain gutters) when the washing machine gave out. She came up from the basement to tell me the news, and from my perch on the ladder I listened vaguely as my eyes traced the outline of her breasts against her damp t-shirt. We spent some time in the basement together trying to remedy the problem -- I turned various knobs behind the machine, while getting a good look down Gabriella's top -- before we decided to call it quits. Together we hauled the soaking laundry upstairs, and proceeded to finish washing it together in the kitchen sink.