There is a high grass, so she had to be in some middle standing pose. Her ass was in height of my cock. As she pose for fuck behind. I wank on her for...about 15 years. I love her ass when she is bent down working in garden. It is most beautiful ass I ever seen. She never wear pants. Only skirts.I was in back yard, feeding my dog. I saw her getting in her back yard and I always stay few moments more to see how she will act. I always hope she will piss. I was fantasizing that for a years. And this. Her eyes were so brown and deep like holes; so completely opposite from Gary's startling pale blue ones, I thought irrelevantly. Her little nose. Her lips, with the tip of her tongue just visible between them. I looked down to her lovely neck and to her breasts, which didn't quite fill the cups in the bra of the bikini I'd lent her. My eyes drifted back to hers, and I fell in.Our lips touched, not tentatively, nor fiercely. Comfortable investigation. Desire, but not desperation. I could not. It was totally backless and the front had an incredible plunging neckline that would expose her cleavage and naked flesh almost to her navel, the front had a kind of folded over fabric like it was bunched up and looked amazing. There was a slim golden chain that fastened each side of the dress at the cleavage, this chain had the task of keeping the front of the dress together when the wearer bent down or turned swiftly. I couldn’t wait to get home and see how she looked in it and found that I. Sam had no problems with my plan and told me so. He finishedthe cheesecake and rolled over to go back to sleep. He'd left his coffeeuntouched. I asked him about it and he told me it wasn't any good forthe twins. My heart melted.I'd been spending so much time at the Inn lately that it began to feellike home. I could hear the laughter of the passersby while I worked. Istill had no idea how much they were going to pay me for this job, but Idid know one thing: I was going to miss it when it was.