] Of course you will be paid for any work- house or yard work. I have to admit that when I see a young man working outside with sweat on his face and ...some dirt on his shirt I can’t control myself. Have you read Lady Chatterley’s Lover yet? She had a gardener. No? Then you will want to. Your biceps, thighs and your abs are neat, by the way.”“Okay. Thanks, Aunt Helen.” Whatever she says I am glad to go with. She has a wonderful body and I hope to see some it again. I have not had any sexual. I moved my hand toward her open thighs. The movement caught her attention and her look so clearly warned me away I could almost see her head shake. Mom glared as my hand slipped between her thighs and her legs closed to inhibit its advance but she wasn’t quick enough. Though my hand was now trapped my fingers were pressed against her warm spongy pussy. I couldn’t move my hand but I could press my fingers and I did just that, pulsing them against her puffy lips, again, and again, and again.Mom. ..." "Good, it's settled then," Brenda said happily, "we're gonna go!!!"Wow, look at all of the cars," Brenda said enthusiastically, "Freddy must have invited half of Chicago!!!" "And all of them strange," Phyllis interjected!!! "Oh pooh on you," Brenda said only half k**dingly, "for once just try to go with the flow and have a good time!!!"From the size of the crowd and the loud music coming from inside, it was pretty obvious that no one was minding the front door, so with out further delay. I think my jaw may have unhinged and dropped to the floor, I was unable to speak for several long seconds. Patricia stood there, wrapped in a sexy red shirt and black pants. Her hair was down, and reached to her shoulders. She looked hotter than I could ever remember. "Can I come in?" she asked. I finally found my voice. "Yeah, of course." I stepped aside, letting her in. I closed the door behind her. "Up the stairs," I told her. She began climbing the stairs, and I was in the.