It was a different time.One thing we noticed very early on in the job, was her nipples. No matter what she was wearing, no matter what the temperature... or time of day, you could always tell where her nipples were. sometimes they were really prominent, and other times only slight, but she was unusual in that you could always see a hint of them. A common comment from the bricklayer was "she had the headlights on full beam this morning!" Most women, if they are wearing a bra, you can't really. I covered her burgeoning clit with my lips and payed homage to her little button with my tongue."Older men are so much more attentive," she whispered, grinding her cunt against my face. I reached up, cupping her breasts in my hands, my thumbs rubbing gentle circles around her nipples. She closed her eyes but kept a tight fist on my hair.God, she was delicious! I stabbed my tongue as deep as It would go, gathering more and more of her essence. Her thighs were clamped to my ears, her hips. It makes me look at you and giggle a bit.You ask "what are you smiling so for little one? What are you up to now?"I laugh, and reply "Who, me? Why, what makes you say that darling?"You laugh too and reply "Because I can see THAT look in your eyes, that's why! What are you up to girl?"I blush, smile and say "Ohhh, nothing really. Just remembered one of my fantasies, that's all!"You raise an eye brow, look at me hard and ask "And just which fantasy are you thinking of pet?" At which I smile, lick. His name was Dave, a hard working eighteen year old who had done several side jobs over the summer to raise a few extra bucks for college. My wife talked with Dave and set it up for him to come over and cut the lawn in a few days. Dave was a good-looking nice young man and his price to cut the lawn was very reasonable. Dawn told him since he was going away to school in a few weeks that he could continue to cut until then. This would give me ample time for my back to recover. A few days later.