....just a little higher," I muttered under my breath as I watched this familiar frame groom trees on the grounds of my office. He didn't get this gig...until after our relationship ended and it's been good to still see him around. It does my heart good to see him and know he's doing well. Our intentional run-ins and small talk are good for my soul. However, our pairing was quite the opposite. Rewind time thirteen years to the summer after I graduated from high school. I fell into the bed of my. And stood up. Embarrassed. Mandy was smiling and looking at my crotch. She said.. “Mark I know you like my body. Now let me see how much stamina you have. Saying this she pushed me back in my seat and and sat on my lap with her legs on both sides. She kissed me hard..A long passionate kiss. I was still in shock and did not react. She probably understood this and took my hands and placed them on her breasts.That is when I realised..She was very horny and needed to de-stress :)I kissed her back. I’d listen at my bedroom door to make sure there was no-one else with the same idea, then open it slowly and peep round. Then I’d flit light-footed along the landing, bare breasts bouncing slightly, and sit naked on the loo listening to the stream of my pee splashing into the bowl. After a brisk wipe between the legs, I’d then listen even more carefully at the door. This was always the risky bit, wondering if the sound of me peeing had woken up someone else who might then decide they needed to. Please keep it with you as your son had asked for it. He had instructed us to give you the same.”I was surprised to hear that but I did not react. I wondered why would my son ask for my pussy hairs, did he know that they would shave my pussy or he had asked them to shave my pussy. These questions needed to be answered at the earliest. I dare not ask them.She herself quenched my curiosity, “Your son wanted you to look like a real modern lady having all the modern needs. So he wanted us to clean.