I’m sure you’re good with your…tools. XXX Hot …” she smirked at me and
bounced off. I inhaled deeply, stroking my cock as I stuck my tongue out and tasted the
teenager’s foot. She was standing right in front of me, all I could see, her presence so intoxicating…I could sense the sour smell of her body, the
heat in the changeroom wafting her womanly odour all around me. The panties were limp, and moist with a warm dampness
when I picked them up. I just muttered “sure” and tried to ignore her and her little girl mind games. I worked maintenance for them for about 5 years
now, more because I knew old man Rockwell than because of any landscaping abilities I have.
