She said "well" and paused. My yard is a mess since the last rain I could use some help pulling up weeds. So I agreed to come out that weekend and h...lp her out.When I got to her house a truck with gardening equipment was driving off. I rang the doorbell and she came to the door in her robe long gray hair down to her shoulders. Her yard was already done so I asked her, what do you need me to do? She took me into her bedroom and she dropped the robe and got in the bed. Looked at me and. Placing my carry on in the overhead, I looked at his crotch, then smiled, his massive cock was showing in his pants, setting down, “Hi I’m Brenda, are you going to Chicago?” His name was Eric and I found out he lived in Chicago, and had been out here on business. I made sure he could see my tits, he was so friendly, we hadn’t even gotten all of the passengers on board, before he was touching my arm, running his finger along my bare skin. I placed my hand on his leg, squeezing it, both of us. Or at least not in years...so it was a bit daunting to start the flow. Once I started though I pissed like a racehorse. Mrs. Wilson watched me tuck my cock back into my jeans. She smiled brightly as I did so.She led me into the living room. We sat together on the couch. Mrs Wilson said it would be fine if I wanted to feel her tits while we waited for Dan. She patted the couch close to where she sat and I scooched over on the couch to be there. She opened her robe and was gloriously naked. She would have to tell the gardeners to watch their tongues. Just another thing to get after them about. Portia relaxed on the chaise lounge opposite Alexander, supposedly working on her embroidery but rather just letting it sit in her lap while she looked out the windows. Octavia curled up around her knees, lightly napping. Portia watched Alexander study, wanting to tell him how proud she was of him and but afraid to break his concentration. With as hard as hed been studying the texts, she had.