One day while I was working in the back yard one of my husband's friends came by looking for him. I was in my tight shorts and a old white tank top. I...was a little sweaty so you can easily see my tanned boobs through the thin cotton. At first I felt uneasy but John was a gentleman and didn't say anything. After I had told him Barry was at the golf course he asked if I missed him hanging out and keeping me company. I had been on my knees weeding the flower bed, I stood up and placed my hands in. Would he have felt an indescribable closeness to me at that moment -sharing such an intimate sensation? Maybe he noticed that pretty littlesatin bow nestled in the center. Perhaps he put his finger on that littlebow just to touch it and play with it... just like I always do...Then of course, he would have adjusted those thin smooth shoulder strapsto make sure everything felt just right. Not too tight. Not too loose.Then remembering how I did it, perhaps he put his hands on each side ofthose. Tous les matins il venait saluer le groupe en disant bonjour oralement, mais il venait toujours me dire bonjour personnellement quand j’étais seule à mon poste, naïvement je trouvais ça sympathique, encore une fois je pensais que c’était dû au fait que je sois la seule fille, je me suis vite rendu compte que ce n’était pas la seule raison, il devenait très souriant, je voyais son regard changer, je me sentais assez flattée et même s’il était beaucoup plus âgé que moi je lui rendais ses. Hiseyelashes were so long you could imagine them causing a draft as heblinked and several shades of violet shadow decorated his eyelids. Allthese things proclaiming naivety were contradicted by his lush, full lipswith a red colour so shiny they looked wet enough to drip. These werematched in colour by his nails, each of which extended beyond hisfingertips by nearly an inch.A generous bust was evidenced, peaking out from over a low top to the palelilac uniform and emphasised by his narrow.