She was one of our best customers. My boss was very explicit with me, “I want her yard to always look manicured and neat. You can show up more than ...once a week if needed. She always pays well.” So, I looked at my schedule and carved out some time 1-2 times per week to show up and work on her yard. The first time I met her, she answered the front door bare foot and wearing a robe. It was kind of early in the morning. I introduced myself as the guy who will be taking care of the yard. She was. A small moan escaped her lips.The water washed across her thighs, and Tom paused to scrub her little bush of hair. She gasped. His hand and the hose slipped under her bum as he washed the poop away, but she felt a wonderful tickle as his thumb rubbed up against the lips of her cunny.His touch was gentle and exciting as he washed down her legs and dried her off with a towel. She closed her eyes and imagined him kidding her. She imagined his hands touching her, not with a sponge but as a husband. She felt sad about the situation but was now looking forward to being with Daniel without the random pangs of guilt that she used to feel.It was a Saturday morning and Isabella woke early. She was enjoying her own space, and the house was starting to feel more like her own. She had put up more photos of her family and she and Daniel had enjoyed redecorating some of the rooms together.Instead of getting up she lay in bed and thought of him. She always woke up thinking of him. Her mind wondered. Alison let out a deep moan as I continued to gently stroke her well fucked pussy. She had her eyes closed as I continued to gently ease a finger inside her where she felt like molten honey; hot, slippery and slightly sticky. As I eased a second finger inside I could feel and hear the slight squelching my fingers were causing deep in her sopping hole. Alison was now moaning continuously as I leaned in and kissed her erect nipple whilst continuing to finger her adulterous and stretched out cunt..