She opens the back door, sorts, and bags the clothes, then looks at Ryan and says, “Over the weekend, I want you to check out the bra size of every ...emale you have sex with. From then on, you should be able to tell what bra size a female is just by looking at her.”I give a hearty laugh and turn to Ryan,” You better listen to your mother. It will serve you well in the future.”Ginger gets back in the front seat and says,” Lets drop off those clothes and be on our way.”So we drop off the clothes. I went ahead and mowed the lawn, then got my edger, hedge trimmer and leaf blower and finished it up real nice, just like a professional landscaper might have done. Sandy had been baking chocolate chip oatmeal cookies for the Open House, and offered me some. “Well, just one.” “Thank you so much for mowing, I owe you!”, she sez.. “No problemo, Seniorita” I quipped, and we laughed. “I’d never run a riding mower before, so it was educational and kinda fun! I bet your boys fight over who gets to. I avidly watched the play of emotions across her face as she put herself into that humiliating position! The furious blushing, the self loathing, the shame of it all, the attempt to stop herself from striking me! I was enraptured with her! Chuckling, I pulled a jar of lubricant from my robe and proceeded to lube her ass and pussy. Of course, I managed to fondle and pinch her at my whim. I grabbed my erect, throbbing cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy and I delighted. "Mmmmmmmm Baby! Sugar glazed donuts and morning coffee, how about it, Tucker? Breakfast of rising athletes!" I said this time with Tucker laughing. We enjoyed our morning snack and talked at least an hour. As we drove back home Tucker inquired, "Does this mean I have a morning jogging buddy now?" "It does Tucker", I said as we pulled into my driveway. "I'll be slipping over to fix your dinner this evening around 5:00 PM, how's that?" "Sounds wonderful to me", he returned. He headed over.