Cyril can drop me off in the morning and then pick me up at night, it's not far out of his way." Okay, we'll leave it like that for now. I'll let you ...et on with lunch, give me a call if you need anything." Charlie, who's looking after the gardens?" Karen asked."Well, I thought Al could mow the lawns and keep it tidy. Why?" Helen's just told me Cyril might be out of work soon, he's likes gardening and I wondered if we could take him on to look after them." That's a good idea, I'll talk to him. She was NOT looking forward to the "repair guy" interrupting our fun. Little did she know!The doorbell rang. 4:30pm. I got up and opened the door. He introduced himself to me at the door as Marcus, and came in, as planned, with a work shirt with his name on it, dressed the part of "repair man." My wife would have no idea!! He looked over at her sitting on the couch as he walked in, and shot her a big smile. I saw this and looked at my wife. She was blushing heavily and smiling and looked away. I have been a fan of this website for quite a while now and had always enjoyed the stories here. Now, let me tell you a story that happened in my life. It was a one off incident but never lead to any prolonged affair.Before go on to the story first things. I stay in Pune and would be more than happy if any girls and aunties in Pune want to connect with me. Today world is full of grievances and I believe there should be one another for sharing our sad thoughts and happiness. You guys can. On days I would go there, I would get to the end of the road where the trail was and begin my journey in. Others went there, but it was rare to see anyone else out in the woods so I usually felt pretty comfortable doing what I wanted. Just entering the trail I would begin to undo my pants as I walked. Just a few feet in I’d take them off, usually throwing them over my shoulder. I always wore pants as a teen. I was extremely thin during that time, so to hide how scrawny I was. I wore pants and a.