She mostly walked around the house in a white t-shirt and short, very short pants. She never wore a bra, I know this because whenever she worked in th... yard, I could see her nipples pressing through the shirt or the top. She would always flirt with me. I never paid much attention on it. I just thought it as a woman who was nice to a young man that worked for her. I knew that her and her husband were having problems with the marriage. My boss had been caught with another woman a few years ago.. ..He grabbed the wishbone and sat back on the couch just as a Jake emerged from his mother’s bedroom.Jake looked exhausted and bedraggled, his hair drenched in sweat, deep scratches oozing blood from several places. His cock was still magically huge and turgid, though.“Dude! We got to talk! But first I need juice!” Jack said and staggered on to the kitchenette. He came back to the living room chugging orange juice straight from the carton. He looked at Dave apologetically.“Sorry she wished you. Now we came outside and I now lifted her in my arms and she is totally towards me and we were kissing passionately and I took her to the door while kissing her and we opened the door and locked the door inside and I leaned her on the door and we are kissing each other and exchanging our tongues and she rubbing her on my tongue and I was also doing vice versa and started slowly smooching her neck, she opened my t-shirt and I opened her top, now my bear chest in rubbing her erotic boobs, my hands. A large shadow was cast over her, blocking the sun and stretching across her garden. Startled, she turned her head and looked up, squinting into the face of a tall man, wearing a baseball hat and sunglasses. Her eyes meandered down his body before moving back up and settling on his face. Despite the sunglasses shielding his eyes, she could tell he was staring fixedly at her butt.“Hi, Jack,” she grinned, tugging her earbuds out and shutting her music off.“Hey,” he replied, begrudgingly moving.