I thought this would be the perfect climax for the evening, figuratively and literally.With that in mind, I walked on towards the picnic table. Once t...ere, I picked up my clothes, put my pants on and walked around the corner of the building, while putting on my jacket and zipping it close.I must confess, I wished I could just go naked to my scooter and drive away like that. However, I knew that this would get me in trouble with the authorities for sure. So, I would never try anything like that.. Again she catches him. “Look,” she says. “Are you going to adjust the damn mower or look at me all day?”“I’m doing both,” he says smartly. “I’m enjoying the damn view too.”She looks down, sees the shorts clinging to her pussy and begins pulling them loose. As she grabs the legs of the loose fitting shorts and pulls on them, Alan gets a brief look at her hairy snatch. It has been a while since he has been with a woman with hair. It isn’t full grown, but it is trimmed. He had gotten a view of it. This made me pull back suddenly which drew a deep chuckle from his throat which was barely audible as it rumbled out of his soft sensuous lips which were slightly parted. Now I was totally bemused as I stood there just blushing like a school girl at his laughter, before I could get my anger up at him for laughing at me he had driven off. I looked at the machine in my hand and noticed he had blown passive anyway. When I noticed on the ground a expensive looking pen. Which I retrieved, I noticed. I love the attention. Seeing men ogling me, knowing they're looking at my boobs and thinking about all the things they'd like to do ... It makes me feel good, Mr Glanfield."Mrs Stone uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, hands on the sofa, fingers curled over the edge either side of her thighs.It was a deliberate provocation, one that had the desired effect of drawing David's eyes to her chest, to where her upper arms pressed the outer flanks of her bosom, pressing the globes together.Mrs.