...I was imagining Judy. We moved a year later to an area in Southern California that was, by coincidence, close to Judy and Bill. I saw Judy at least...twice a week after that for one reason or another. She became an obsession. I would find myself savoring her perfume as she passed close by, trying to catch glimpses of as much of her as I could any time I could. I would often go into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and take her bra or panties out of the hamper and spend the next half hour or. "Peg was unaware of any of the communications that went on between Greg and Dog. "Well, come on in, you guys. You have to meet my wild half. He's watching the steaks burn. I hope nobody here is a vegetarian." Nobody admitted to being a strict vegetarian.Peg led them through the house and into the back yard where a hulking big man wearing a chef's apron presided over the grill. "Hi folks." he greeted them in a hoarse voice.He nodded his hellos to them as he watched over the meat. "These are my. I first got to like gardening a couple of years ago when one of Mums friends wanted some help, she was a widow who was in her late 40’s and wanted her grass cut each week, it wasn’t a big garden and quite secluded with a nice sun trap. Her name was Julie and mum told me she had a bit of a drink problem since her husband died so I was a bit nervous the first time I went there. As I was going to be working in the sun I decided on a pair of shorts and a vest as the attire for the day, I rarely. The bra was barely containing her boobs which were waiting to become free. After having the second peg, she removed her shorts, and her pink panty was visible. With the third peg, I went behind her and removed her bra with my teeth. Her boobs finally got their freedom and were hanging.Her nipples were erect. Then with the next peg, she came to me, removed my underwear with her teeth. My cock, which was dying in my underwear till now, found its freedom. I waited for us to finish one more peg,.