Top Adult Blog: BIG NATURALS were thirsty," Mrs. Adams said as she took his glass to refill it. John watched her tits as they swayed inside the tight fitting top. He could make out the outline of her nipples as she sat his glass down. Mrs. Adams sat next to him on the couch. Her hand settled on his leg just above his knee. "Now John, lets talk about what it will cost me to have you mow my yard."
"Honest, M-M-Mrs. Adams. I really d-d-don't expect any money for mowing the yard."
"Who was talking about money?" she said as her hand slid up further on his thigh. John's throat seemed like it was closing off, it was so dry. His palms were sweating. His cock was so hard it hurt. If she kept this up he would surely shoot off in his jeans.
"I'm not sure what you m-m-mean, Mrs. Adams."
"Oh please. Call me Cecilia. No sense in being so formal. I think you and I are going to be good friends," she said as she squeezed his leg. John jumped up off the couch and turned to face Mrs. Adams. One more touch like that and he would blow his load.
"I was just thinking of mowing your yard Mrs. I mean Cecilia."
"Are you sure that's ALL you were thinking of, John?"
"Of course. W-W-What else COULD I be thinking of? Was there something else you needed to have taken care of around here?"