Heather's House
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
moeyuri7
As Joanna was painfully crushed beneath the weight of her giantess neighbor, Heather managed to feel her underneath her foot. Compared to cold, rough pavement, her body was soft and warm. With a curious hum, Heather looked down at her feet. There didn't seem to be anything around her blue painted digits...but she could still feel Joanna. She pulled up her foot into her hand, looking down at her wrinkled sole. She gasped as she saw her tiny body glued to her wet foot, peeling her off swiftly.
"Joanna! Oh sweet girl, are you alright?!" she cried out, cradling her gently in her hands. Joanna couldn't respond yet due to her lungs still feeling crushed, but she was slowly recovering. There didn't seem to be any permanent damage. Heather whimpers at the lack of a response, running inside her house.
The older woman placed her small neighbor on the kitchen counter before running down the hall. Joanna was a bit confused on where she was going, but was more concerned with herself. Luckily, Heather got off of her quickly, so she was simply out of breath. After half a minute, she managed to breathe properly again and sat up.
Another minute passes by before Heather rushes back into the room with a first aid kit in hand. When she saw Joanna sitting up, she dropped it and ran up, bringing her face less than an inch away from the tiny girl.
"Joanna! Are you alright?" she asked, her eyes moist with tears.
"Hey, hey...I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me" she said, reaching out to stoke Heather's nose. The milf took a sigh of relief, pulling away a bit.
"Oh thank God...Joanna, I am so, so, SO sorry..." she began.
"Heather...it was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten so close while you were listening to music. You had no way to know that I was coming over..." Joanna said, looking a bit guilty. Even though she was one that got stepped on, it made her feel pretty shitty to make the woman sad.
"Well...let's just agree to drop it then" Heather offered. "Otherwise, we're gonna keep going back and forth in a little pity party."
"Agreed" she said with a smile. Heather smiled back and placed her palm just at the edge of the counter, inviting the tiny girl over. Joanna stood up and walked right onto the hand, completely trusting her neighbor. Heather moved over to the living room, sitting on the couch. She dropped Joanna onto her soft thighs, giving her a wonderful view of the underside of Heather's breasts.
"So, what does bring you by today?" she asks sweetly. Joanna frowned as she remembered the terrible start to her day.
"Well, the thing is..."
Heather listened to the story with a variety of emotions passing through her face. She was sad that Joanna's toy got eaten, angry at Paula for torturing such a sweet girl, but there was something else mixed in there that the small girl couldn't recognize.
"Oh, poor thing" Heather says. She bites her lip for a few seconds before smiling again. "You know what? I think I know what'll cheer you up!"
"What?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. Heather scooped the little teenager into her hands as she stood up. She doesn't directly answer, but instead began walking towards...
"Joanna! Oh sweet girl, are you alright?!" she cried out, cradling her gently in her hands. Joanna couldn't respond yet due to her lungs still feeling crushed, but she was slowly recovering. There didn't seem to be any permanent damage. Heather whimpers at the lack of a response, running inside her house.
The older woman placed her small neighbor on the kitchen counter before running down the hall. Joanna was a bit confused on where she was going, but was more concerned with herself. Luckily, Heather got off of her quickly, so she was simply out of breath. After half a minute, she managed to breathe properly again and sat up.
Another minute passes by before Heather rushes back into the room with a first aid kit in hand. When she saw Joanna sitting up, she dropped it and ran up, bringing her face less than an inch away from the tiny girl.
"Joanna! Are you alright?" she asked, her eyes moist with tears.
"Hey, hey...I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me" she said, reaching out to stoke Heather's nose. The milf took a sigh of relief, pulling away a bit.
"Oh thank God...Joanna, I am so, so, SO sorry..." she began.
"Heather...it was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten so close while you were listening to music. You had no way to know that I was coming over..." Joanna said, looking a bit guilty. Even though she was one that got stepped on, it made her feel pretty shitty to make the woman sad.
"Well...let's just agree to drop it then" Heather offered. "Otherwise, we're gonna keep going back and forth in a little pity party."
"Agreed" she said with a smile. Heather smiled back and placed her palm just at the edge of the counter, inviting the tiny girl over. Joanna stood up and walked right onto the hand, completely trusting her neighbor. Heather moved over to the living room, sitting on the couch. She dropped Joanna onto her soft thighs, giving her a wonderful view of the underside of Heather's breasts.
"So, what does bring you by today?" she asks sweetly. Joanna frowned as she remembered the terrible start to her day.
"Well, the thing is..."
Heather listened to the story with a variety of emotions passing through her face. She was sad that Joanna's toy got eaten, angry at Paula for torturing such a sweet girl, but there was something else mixed in there that the small girl couldn't recognize.
"Oh, poor thing" Heather says. She bites her lip for a few seconds before smiling again. "You know what? I think I know what'll cheer you up!"
"What?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. Heather scooped the little teenager into her hands as she stood up. She doesn't directly answer, but instead began walking towards...
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