Johnny lounges on the patio, fixated on his phone. Abi steps outside, her voice light and curious as she asks, "Hey, what’re you watching?" He barely responds, too engrossed, and as she leaned closer, her eyes widened at the sight of milf porn playing on his screen. With a playful smirk, Abi remarks, “Wow, she looks about my age.” She chuckles and heads back inside, unaware that her words ignite Johnny’s mind spiraling into a torrid fantasy of her—imagining sex and her whispered moans. So lost in his fantasy, he doesn’t hear Abi return a bit later, her voice calling his name as he remains oblivious, caught in his own world until she taps his shoulder.