When I moved into my new house, I caught the neighbor’s son looking at me each time I bent ove
When I moved into my new house, I caught the neighbor’s son looking at me each time I bent over to pick up a box. It wasn’t too much longer before he came over and offered to help. After a few sweaty hours and some small talk, I thanked him for his help with a blow job. When I was done and he was screwing his head back on his shoulders, I asked if he had another young friend, cute, like himself. “Sure, but why?,” he asked, looking a little hurt. “Oh because I’m going to need a lot of yard work around this place, and I don’t think it is a job for just one guy.” He looked a bit more relaxed. “And I think the job would be so much better, if you both went after it at the same time,” I said with a wink. He started to smile, slowly realizing what my code meant. So when he and his buddy showed up, just as I got in from work the next day, I wasted no time showing them exactly what I needed…. -- source link