Ben’s luck changed one day when he was constructing the new gardens at the local retirement village. They had extended the grounds, and wanted new g...rdens to give some color and make it more homely for the residents. The village extension was made up of one-bedroom houses. The front of the houses had a road for access. While at the back of the houses there was a walking path. There were to be some gardens to make it seem more like home than a retirement village. Bill Green had given him the. And some of you will be thinking, 'but Cummies, I'm not a wife, I'm a burly, hirsute, truck driver born on the wrong side of the tracks in one of those truly awful Medway towns in North Kent, (Garden of England my arse) are you saying that I am less important than you?' Well of course you're less important than me in so many different ways, sweetie, but really the questions you should be asking yourself are: Am I a wife? If not why not? And what do I do to join this most sacred of living. And of course I would love to do some nice and naughty things to your beautiful body. With that he gave me a quick but passionate kiss on my lips. Lets go back and have some seroius fun. he smiled. Entering our house Chris dropped his board and started kissing me immediately. In no time we were french kissing like horny teenagers. (OK, we WERE horny teenagers) Our tongues met and started wrestling while his hands opened my bikini top. I ran my hands down his back into his swim shorts and. Her sister greeted Badra warmly, but the two boys tried to climb her like she was a tree. Isidora and I were introduced as Badra's American friend and his fiancée. Isidora blushed at that. Salma, Badra, and Isidora immediately began to gossip, trading all sorts of womanly information. I soon found myself cut out of the rapid-fire conversation but I didn't mind. It was late in the afternoon, and the events of the day were starting to catch up to me. I asked if I could shower, and was shown to.