She was hardly 26, young and needy. She had taken care of her body for all those years to stay good looking for all. He smiled up to her, waved back a... she signaled him to take a break and come inside. He immediately cut the engine off the lawn mower and headed towards the door. Rita also walked down the stairs to meet him in the kitchen through the sliding glass door, he was to walk in the house through. “Hello Neil”. She greeted him. “You are doing a wonderful job on my back yard. You are. I’ll understand if you changed your mind.”I did pause, maybe longer than I should have. I saw her face start to change when I decided ‘WTF! It’s only a bike ride!’ “Tomorrow sounds great. Are you an early rider or late?”She paused this time, but whatever she saw in my face made her decide. “I’m pretty flexible. Gennie said you work weird hours, so whatever worked best for you.”Genny, Gennifer to most of us, is this gorgeous mid-thirties blond that probably figured in the fantasy life of every. I remained silent and the food smells wafting out were just wonderful.That odor of breakfast cooking made my penis throb, very odd, almost electrified wildly like it was pulling me ahead and her gaze jerked around to stare at me, eyebrows raised then smiling. I avoided thinking about what my penis was doing at the moment. She laughed and it shot some goo on the back of her dress which she responded to with again raised eyebrows. “Well look at you big guy. Shooting at me already. You ARE the. Some nights I light some candles, put on a little music, sip a nice vintage while going over my collection. I keep a wrought iron wine rack in my kitchen - usually with four or five unopened bottles and the rest are all empties I've cleaned and like for their specific characteristics. Perhaps tonight is a slim Bordeaux, but sometimes I want the wide bottom Brut Champagne... or for a while I was completely enraptured by a Gosset Grande Rose Brut because the bottle has a nice bottom but then.