They both pause and realize they never thought this moment would ever happen. She smacks the pitched tent he has going on now to break the silence thi...king to herself "Oh god that kinda hurt my hand...". He just goes for it and lets his shorts drop letting her see all his stiff thick veiny glory. She instinctively just reaches to grab it. Noticing her hand barely fits around it and how hard and heavy it feels in her hand. In all senses of what she loves about dick its damn near perfect. While. ’ ‘You mean ex wife don’t you?’ ‘If I’m not mistaken, we are still legally married.’ ‘Well you sure as hell don’t act that way.’ I could tell he was getting pissed but I really didn’t give a damn. ‘You don’t know what the hell you are talking about so shut the hell up.’ ‘Why don’t you come over here and make me?’ I knew I was acting like I was 12 but I wanted to help Colette get away from this monster and I didn’t care if he was 7 foot tall 300lb guy, I was not scared of anybody. Especially a. Ahh. I break away and look up at him. "What are you up to? I know that look,” I say. "Just come here, Leslie," He whispers into my ear as he pulls me off to the side and into the brush. His hands are everywhere. Every touch sends a shock to my aching pussy. Oh god. "We can't do this," I pant. “My family is right there." I look over my shoulder and can clearly make out my family carrying on as usual, totally oblivious to the elicit scene developing just feet behind them. He smiles slyly.. There was also an assortment of rakes, hoes, and everything else he could possibly use for caring for a yard. Young Bill was quite impressed. I also landed him a job working for the contractor. Back then, most of the houses were still being built and the contractor was responsible to keep things maintained. As houses were built and people began to move in, Bill picked up about half of the houses in the community. I made a deal with him early on that he could use my equipment for a small daily.