(ii)
Carla watched the boy work.
She was naked, except for heels, sunglasses, wedding ring, and a straw hat with a black velvet band around the crown
The boy was naked too, working on the pool, throwing occasional glances across the yard, long c**k close to full tumescence while Carla relaxed on a recliner, p***y hot for the s*x.
Carla called: “You almost done?”
The boy paused and looked at her.
“Couple of minutes, Mrs. J.”
Carla smiled and grabbed the dirty phone.
Her fingers moved over the keys.
>pool boi is here. fun about the start.
She sent the message and glanced towards the neighbor’s house, knowing he would only see a slice of her yard.
Carla sniggered and put the phone down.
“I think you’re done there,” she called.
The boy looked across, expression showing a mix of
