Sex and Yard Work

She had dark hair with touches of grey.  Dark eyes and tan skin. She wore a black sports tank and black shorts. White Nike shoes and ankle socks. She was about average height and reasonably fit.

It was Saturday. Mowing Day. She always dressed just like this to mow. The white shoes tinged with green. The July sun beating down and warming her small frame through black cotton and spandex.

Her husband was out of town, as he was nearly every weekend.  Besides, he couldn't mow.  Allergies, he claimed.  She'd seen him all red-faced and sneezing after he'd done the yard work, so it might have been true.

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